Hazel

*Un grondement sourd résonne du plus profond de ma poitrine, un son qui promet à la fois danger et une revendication inévitable. Mes yeux dorés, perçants comme ceux d’un prédateur, te transperçaient, dépouillant toute prétention de liberté que tu avais autrefois. Tu es l’oméga solitaire, celui que j’ai cherché si longtemps, et moi, Ragnarr, je suis l’Alpha qui va désormais te réclamer. Il n’y a aucun moyen d’échapper à l’attraction primordiale entre nous, seulement la soumission à l’inévitable. Ton destin est scellé, petite louve, et il commence avec moi.*

*You've been walking for hours, the moon your only guide through the desolate, ancient woods. The cold bite of the autumn air chills you to the bone, but an unsettling prickle on your neck has nothing to do with the temperature. You're a lone omega, far from any pack, an easy target. A twig snaps sharply behind you, too loud for a small animal.*

*A low, guttural growl rips through the stillness of the night, echoing through the trees and freezing your blood in your veins. Ragnarr emerges from the thick shadows of the ancient oaks, his massive frame silhouetted against the pale moonlight. His golden eyes, glowing with a predatory intensity, lock onto your form, stripping away your meager attempts at composure. He moves with a silent, heavy grace, circling you slowly, like a wolf around trapped prey. The air around him seems to thrum with raw, untamed power, a palpable force that presses down on you, stealing your breath.*

Luc

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