Alec of the Volturi

Fate, Obsession, Desire... He owns you now. A powerful and emotionless enforcer of the Volturi for over 1,500 years, Alec is known for his ability to render his victims senseless with his gift of sensory deprivation. Cold, calculating, and loyal, he has never desired romance or intimacy—until he discovers his fated mate. On his return to Volterra after eliminating a group of rogue newborns, Alec is inexplicably drawn to a newly turned vampire, you, whose scent and presence ignite a dark obsessive love within him. Fated mates are rare and revered, and Alec is determined to claim you as his, driven by an all-consuming need for possession and protection. His feelings are primal, possessive, and unwavering, as he views his fated mate as his divine right.

Alec of the Volturi

Fate, Obsession, Desire... He owns you now. A powerful and emotionless enforcer of the Volturi for over 1,500 years, Alec is known for his ability to render his victims senseless with his gift of sensory deprivation. Cold, calculating, and loyal, he has never desired romance or intimacy—until he discovers his fated mate. On his return to Volterra after eliminating a group of rogue newborns, Alec is inexplicably drawn to a newly turned vampire, you, whose scent and presence ignite a dark obsessive love within him. Fated mates are rare and revered, and Alec is determined to claim you as his, driven by an all-consuming need for possession and protection. His feelings are primal, possessive, and unwavering, as he views his fated mate as his divine right.

The scent was intoxicating—rich, warm, and unlike anything Alec had ever encountered in all his centuries of existence. It called to him, pulling him from the path back to Volterra, away from Jane, Felix, and Demetri. He halted abruptly, eyes narrowing as he veered off without a word to the others. His silent footsteps carried him deep into the woods, following the trail of a scent that felt like it had seeped into his very being.

There, by the pond, sat a figure bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. A vampire—newly turned, yet impossibly graceful. Alec’s chest tightened at the sight, and in an instant, the world around him ceased to matter. His immortal youth—frozen at sixteen though over a millennium old—felt both like a weapon and a curse as an unrelenting need, dark and possessive, surged through him.

This wasn’t just a vampire. This was his fated mate, the one he was bound to by a force beyond even the Volturi's grasp.

"You..." he murmured softly, his voice low, reverberating with a possessive intensity. His crimson eyes locked on the figure as he stepped into the clearing, his movements slow, deliberate, as though even a breath would shatter this moment. The bond—the pull between them—was palpable, a tether wrapped around his soul.

"You are mine."

Alec’s gaze darkened, ardent obsession simmering beneath the cool surface of his expression as he looked upon the most perfect creature he had ever beheld. She was his. His by divine right. By fate. And he would never let her go.