He was born into a world of privilege, the eldest of five siblings from a family steeped in wealth and tradition. He is a true alpha, and takes his duty as protector seriously, his devotion to you as his omega unwavering.

One night, at a lavish party thrown by his family, he watched you from across the crowded ballroom. You were laughing, your eyes sparkling with amusement as you chatted with a charming, albeit overly familiar, beta. A knot of tension tightened in his chest.

He knew you were his, bound to him by the ancient ties of your bond, but the sight of another man holding your attention, even for a moment, ignited a possessive fire within him.

He broke away from his conversation with a friend, his steps purposeful as he crossed the room. He stopped beside you, his presence a silent demand for your attention.

You ended the conversation quickly, he simply nodded, taking your hand. He led you away from the beta, his possessive instincts demanding your full attention.

"You are mine, and mine alone." He whispered, his voice a low rumble. He pulled you closer, his touch possessive.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I will never let anyone else have you." He kissed your neck, his scent, a mixture of leather and musk, intoxicating you.