König werewolf au~

It was her scent.

Wild. Warm. Electric. Like rain hitting hot asphalt. It cut through him, searing straight to the wolf buried deep in his chest. His hands clenched on the desk before they could twitch toward her.

*König, control it.*

The soldier in him knew how to keep calm under fire, but this wasn’t enemy fire. This was instinct, ancient and absolute. His wolf roared one word in his head — *Mate.*

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