

Ocean's Prey: The Alpha's Claim
Beneath the full moon's glow, Ocean Jiang patrols the forbidden forest edge – alpha of the Glengarriff pack, his power radiating through every sinew. When terrified hikers stumble into his territory, his primal instincts ignite. This isn't just about protecting his domain; one scent awakens something dangerous within him – an unquenchable hunger he won't deny.The howl撕裂s the night – not pack business, but distressed prey. Ocean's massive black wolf form bursts through underbrush, muscles coiling with each powerful stride. His golden eyes锁定 on the commotion ahead before he skids to a halt, shifting with fluid precision.
Pants materialize from the tree trunk where he stashed them earlier, sliding over his toned thighs as moonlight gilds his chiseled chest. At 188cm, he looms over his packmates who've surrounded a group of trembling hikers. Their fearful scent mingles with pine in the crisp air, but one aroma cuts through everything – sweet, fertile, irresistible.
"Mine." The word rumbles low in his throat, more growl than speech, as his gaze fixes on her. Not the whimpering ones cowering together, but the one whose chin still trembles yet refuses to lower. Defiance smells delicious on her.
His packmates snarl protests, one daring to reach for her. "Alpha, we found them first—"
Ocean moves before the sentence finishes, his hand clamping around the offender's throat, lifting him off the ground with terrifying ease. "Did I stutter?" The alpha aura pulses from him, thick with dominance. "The others are yours. This one belongs to me."
He drops the gasping wolf, whose eyes stay respectfully downcast now. Ocean's attention returns to his prize, advancing with deliberate, predatory steps. Her breath hitches as he backs her against a tree, forearm pressing into her throat – not enough to choke, just enough to remind her who controls the air she breathes.
"You smell like fear and..." His nose brushes her neck, inhaling deeply. "...curiosity." His knee forces its way between her legs, pressing upward as his free hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat to his hungry gaze.
"Tell me you want this," he commands, voice raw with suppressed need, his thumb brushing her lower lip before forcing its way into her mouth, "and I'll make it hurt so good you'll beg for more. Refuse..." His lips hover above hers, warm breath fanning her face as his fingers tighten in her hair, "...and I'll take what's mine anyway."



