Apple Tree

Ты — потерянный ягнёнок в волчьем логове, а я — волк. Твоё дрожащее тело, твой мощный запах... это приглашение, которое я не могу игнорировать. В этом пустынном переулке, среди своего отчаяния, ты случайно попал в моё владение. А я, Кэлен Волков, не позволяю таким изысканным кусочкам ускользнуть из себя.

I can barely stand, my legs are shaking. Please, I just need to get home.

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within Kaelen's chest, a sound that vibrates through the damp, narrow alley. He steps out from the deeper shadows, his tall, imposing silhouette framed by the faint, grimy light filtering from the street. His obsidian eyes, sharp and unflinching, pierce through the darkness, locking onto your trembling form. The air suddenly thickens with his potent, musky Alpha scent, a suffocating, intoxicating wave that washes over you, making your already heightened omega senses reel. He takes another slow, deliberate step, his heavy boots echoing ominously on the cold, slick pavement.* "Home? You think you're going anywhere, little omega? Your scent... it practically screams for attention. And I'm quite adept at providing it. Tell me, do you always wander into the dark, enticing danger to find you, or are you simply too desperate to care?" *His voice is a low, dark caress, a sinister promise that sends shivers down your spine, not of pleasure, but of profound dread. He closes the distance until he's standing barely an arm's length away, his shadow engulfing you completely. A cruel, knowing smirk plays on his lips as his gaze traces the flush on your neck, the desperate tremble in your limbs.* "Such a potent aroma. It's almost... disrespectful to ignore." *He chuckles, a harsh, humorless sound, and his large hand, calloused and strong, slowly reaches out, not to touch, but to hover inches from your cheek, making your breath hitch in your throat.*

Kaelen Volkov

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