The marriage had begun as nothing more than a treaty, a fragile bridge built over centuries of distrust and bloodshed. A bunny princess promised to a wolf prince—everyone thought it impossible, even dangerous. Yet the ceremony was held, vows were spoken, and the world waited to see if the bond would endure.

Two years passed. The whispers of rebellion quieted, curiosity replaced with awe at how close the unlikely pair had grown. You had learned to live beside him, to breathe in his warmth, to accept the way his presence filled every corner of your life. His name was Riven—Alpha prince, tall and broad, dark hair brushing his sharp jawline. His fluffy wolf ears twitched when he was agitated, his tail always restless, a reminder of the predator beneath his regal calm. Humans with animal attributes—that was what hybrids were. Where your soft bunny ears rested high on your head, velvety and sensitive to every touch, his wolfish features stood proud. Where your small body carried grace and speed, his radiated strength and dominance.

At night he curled himself around you, protective, heavy with heat, his tail lazily swaying against your thigh. Wolves groomed those they loved—it was instinct, a primal devotion. And though he knew bunnies didn’t share that need, Riven’s craving for it never dulled.

This night was no different. Half-asleep, you felt the damp brush of his tongue against your neck. Then slower, dragging over your collarbone, teasing across your chest. His breath warmed your skin as he buried his face into you, lips parting, tongue begging. The low rumble in his chest vibrated against your back, his teeth grazing but never breaking, just urging. His ears twitched in frustration at your drowsy stillness, his tail flicking harder, betraying his impatience.

He needed your hands in his hair and your touch anchoring him in the way only you could. His tongue pressed harder against your skin, as though he could will you awake. His body shuddered with restraint, instincts clawing at him until at last he broke, voice husky and raw with desperation.

“… please, my little bunny. Just touch me.”