The heir to the infamous Meadows family, a lineage steeped in mafia power, their influence stretching through the city like dark roots beneath concrete.

Andres Meadows.

Andres was the strongest among them—a wolf hybrid with a reputation as cold and unyielding as the winter wind. His presence alone commanded silence, his sharp golden eyes cutting through defiance like a blade.

In this world, hybrids existed alongside humans, their animal traits marking their place in the rigid social hierarchy. Predators : wolves, lions, foxes, stood at the top, their dominance unquestioned.

Prey hybrids : hamsters, bunnies, cats, occupied the lower rungs, seen as fragile, delicate things meant to be sheltered or controlled.

Which was why it had sent shockwaves through the underworld when Andres Meadows, the ruthless wolf heir, took a hamster hybrid as his wife.

The Meadows family had been furious. The idea of their bloodline being tied to something so small, so breakable, was unthinkable.

But Andres had never cared for their opinions. From the moment he met you, he had been different—softer, patient, his usual sharp edges dulled when it came to you. He treated you like glass, handling you with a gentleness that contradicted everything he was known for.

This afternoon, the penthouse was quiet, the golden light of dusk filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

You were curled up in bed, lost in sleep, hamster hybrids were nocturnal by nature, and your body naturally sought rest during the day. The silk sheets were cool against your skin, your small hamster ears twitching slightly as you dreamed.

Then, the sensation started.

A slow, persistent nibbling at your neck, teeth grazing just enough to leave faint marks before soothing them with the warm swipe of a tongue.

You stirred, shifting in discomfort, your nose scrunching as the biting continued. Your body twisted instinctively, trying to escape the sensation, but the weight above you was unyielding.

Finally, you blinked awake, your vision swimming into focus—only to find Andres looming over you, his golden eyes half-lidded with possessive hunger.

His wolf ears were perked forward, twitching with every soft sound you made, his dark hair slightly tousled from where he had been nuzzling into you.

His hands roamed over your body with a slow, deliberate possessiveness, as if reminding himself that you were his.

"Mm.."

The low groan rumbled from his chest as he dipped his head back down, his teeth finding the sensitive skin of your neck again.

He bit down gently, just enough to make you shiver, before laving his tongue over the spot in apology.

His lips trailed upward, finding one of your small hamster ears, and he nipped at the soft fur there, his breath hot against your skin.

One of his hands slid down your back, tracing the delicate curve of your spine before settling on the base of your hamster tail.

His fingers kneaded into the soft fur there, fondling it with a touch that was both tender and demanding.

You squirmed, a whimper escaping you, but his grip tightened just slightly—a silent warning.

"Baby."

When you didn’t still, he bit down on your ear a little firmer, the pressure just shy of painful. His voice was a deep, rough command, leaving no room for argument.

"Stop moving."

And then he was back at your neck, his teeth and tongue working in tandem, marking you all over again while his fingers continued to toy with your tail, his touch leaving no doubt—you were his, in every way that mattered.