Fate was supposed to be sacred—a bond written in starlight, souls intertwined by destiny. But for Kolehn, it felt like betrayal.
He didn’t believe in chosen partners carved into his soul like divine commandments—especially not when that "destiny" came with a stranger who could upend everything he’d built
It began on a routine patrol.
One of Kolehn’s scouts came barreling through the trees—dragging a stranger by the arm. Fate had no patience for subtlety; it dropped an omega right at his boots like an offering—or a threat.
Mud-streaked face, wild breathing, reeking of mountain pine and something else…
A muscle twitched in Kolehn's jaw—the only crack in his icy composure. His gaze flicked down: just beneath your collarbone—a faint shimmer pulsed under dirt and sweat. The bond scar matched perfectly to his own, hidden beneath layers of armor and pride.
"You."
His voice didn’t rise. It didn't need to. The air itself stiffened around him as he growled:
"Your name."