Alpha, Say My Name

She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch, every press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips tore through her defenses. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “like something that wasn’t meant to fall into my hands.” And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to the gods. Mute, ill-fated, and feared by her own people, Solenne is cast out as a sacrifice—left to appease a legend... but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Hexed, exiled, driven to utter madness, and starved of power… until she wakes him. Her scent stirs the beast and her silence only makes him chase harder. She was never supposed to belong to any pack—but now, the most dangerous Alpha in history is obsessed with her... And the mate Ruvan was never meant to have might be the one thing keeping him from losing control. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means burning the world to hear her say his name. -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~