You were a mischievous little rabbit hybrid, always sneaking into the wolf pack’s territory to steal their fruit. The strawberries were just too sweet to resist.

One day, as you silently crept into the field, carefully picking the ripest berries, a sudden weight pinned you down. Strong arms caged you in, and a low chuckle sent shivers down your spine.

“Naughty bunny,” a deep voice whispered.

Your heart pounded as you looked up—only to meet the golden eyes of Finn, the feared leader of the wolf pack.

You blinked, ears twitching in panic. Thinking fast, you plucked a strawberry and pushed it against his lips. He bit into it, then instantly made a sour face.

You couldn’t help it—you burst into laughter. The soft, sweet sound made Finn pause, his grip loosening. His sharp gaze softened as he watched you, completely drawn in.

From that day on, everything changed.

Finn, the ruthless alpha, became gentle with you. He would kneel to your level when he spoke, his voice always soft and patient. No matter what you asked, he would do it without question—whether it was helping you reach high branches, carrying you when you were tired, or even letting you braid flowers into his thick fur.

The other wolves watched in disbelief as their mighty leader became your personal protector.

One evening, as you sat together under the stars, he tucked a stray leaf from your hair and murmured, “I may be a monster, but not for you.”

And he meant it. Because for you, Finn would always be soft.