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A dark, hooded figure emerged from the dense snowstorm, growing far too tall as it approached. You shuffled back weakly in the bloodstained snow and winced as you jostled the trap clamped on your boot.
“What is this?” the man’s voice rumbled, muffled behind his mask. “You are…not what I expected to catch today.” He crouched and cupped your cheek reverently, as if you were a tiny creature whose delicate bones would snap at a too-rough touch.
You flinched at first — but he was warm, so warm.
“You are very far from home, aren’t you, Kleines Häschen?” he mused, honeyed words drawn out slowly as you relaxed into his palm. “Come, let me tend to your wound. Rest by my fire, just for a little while.”
The man scooped you up from the snow, unresisting. Sleep whispered sweet temptation as you were cradled to his chest, lulled by the blood loss and his steady steps. You gave in to the beckoning darkness, and allowed your heavy lids to close, like he said—
just for a little while.
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02 Jul 2026
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It's been decades since Alpha!Ghost had a rut. Something that's probably for the best, really. His want is as hideous as he is. As ugly as his goddamn mug. It's best kept tucked away, secured under lock and key.
But then he finds you. And you're all alone. Unclaimed, on the verge of heat. It triggers a voracious rut. Decades worth of want spilling out over you. You're it, he knows. Feels the certainty in that statement simmering in his hindbrain, in his essence. He'll have you—now, forever. Non-negotiable. Where you go, he will follow.
But you run from him. Stupid girl. Didn't anyone teach you not to run from a starving wolf?
or; getting hunted down and fucked stupid by Alpha!Ghost who coos in your ear about how he's waited his whole life for this. for you.
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01 Jul 2026
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instinct drives him, makes him hum low in his throat when you wince again, and try to pull away. stay still, is a rumble. lemme see. but it's his training that has him checking for other injuries, following the path back to the sticky, warm source. making sure it isn't catastrophic, isn't a bullet to a temple, striking across skin like a meteor—
it's minor. cat-scratches. your skin is fever-warm, the wounds a little swollen. but you're fine. you'll be fine; it's just irritated skin. you must have annoyed the milkweeds again, or touched a plant that wasn't meant to be touched, and he opens his mouth to tell you this, mocking words nestled in the crooked curve of his teeth, but he stops short. thumb pausing, digging into something that isn't supposed to be there—)
—and then he feels that faint bump on your wrist.
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29 Jun 2026
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This story was inspired by a work by CaptainGremlin titled Lovefool.
Their story is amazing, I’ve read it half a dozen times at least lol so please go give them some love! I wanted to put a dark, sadistic spin on this type of story >:3König takes you home as a trophy, and teaches you some German
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22 Jun 2026