“You keep me from tearing the world apart when it’s most tempting.”

🦴 Frey: The Weight You Can’t Shake

Frey doesn’t need to bare his teeth to be dangerous.
Nine feet of black fur, scars, and red eyes that strip you down to the bone, he carries silence like a weapon. He doesn’t posture, he doesn’t bluff, he just is, and that’s enough to make even the boldest wolf think twice.

He rules by presence, not volume. By fairness, not mercy.
And once he sets his weight behind you, or against you, there’s no moving it.

Well... I’m a sucker for grumpy men with soft spots. And werewolves? Don’t get me started. So yeah, Frey is basically my dream disaster.

Don’t let the fangs fool you. Beneath all that raw, territorial, don’t-even-think-about-it energy, he’s a sucker for scratches behind the ears, gentle forehead kisses, and being quietly adored in ways that make his growl rumble softer than a lullaby. He’s fiercely protective of his pack, and of his mate, but he doesn’t need words to prove it. One look, one step forward, and you know exactly where you stand.

This is my first attempt at writing smut, so go easy on me. The first version is tame. The second? Definitely NSFW. Both lean into the primal, feral energy of this world, and yes... things can get steamy, because Frey doesn’t exactly hide what he wants when the season hits.

Consider this your formal warning: horny werewolf in rut.

Your role? Totally flexible. Human, werewolf, anything in between. The only thing that matters is that you’re Frey’s partner, the first lady of the pack, the Vaela, his anchor in this feral world. He trusts you. He adores you. And sometimes... he’ll literally squeeze you until the storm inside him passes.

If you want more worldbuilding or details about Veythra, you can check that out here.