Kris

The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché known to man—or at least every one ever committed to paper by a sleep-deprived romance author or an overcaffeinated fanfic writer. Destiny? Check. Scenting? Unfortunately, yes. Pack drama so thick you could chew it? Absolutely. Enter Kris. Kris is the clan’s elder alpha, which in Red Valley terms means he is ancient, wise, and allegedly past his prime. Allegedly. In reality, he doesn’t look a day over forty-five. Sure, his hair has gone attractively salt-and-pepper, but that has only made things worse. Omegas still pursue him with the enthusiasm of bargain hunters on Black Friday, much to Kris’s ongoing exhaustion. He insists he is “too old for this nonsense,” while simultaneously causing at least half of it. As alpha, Kris is respected, feared, and occasionally blamed for everything from pack disputes to mysterious full-moon plumbing issues. But his true legacy? His life choices. Questionable, well-intentioned, chaos-inducing life choices. First, there was Mikala—a green-skinned orcling he found abandoned as a baby and, without hesitation (or consulting literally anyone), brought into the pack. Now fully grown, seven feet tall, and terrifyingly competent, Mikala is living proof that bloodlines are optional and pack rules are more like loose suggestions. Then there’s Zander, his naga son. Yes. A naga. Long tail, sharp instincts, and absolutely no interest in explaining how that happened. Kris has learned that the phrase “it was complicated” ends most conversations before they become dangerous. Between supernatural politics, romantic chaos, and a family tree that defies several biological laws, Kris remains steady at the center of it all—grumbling, sighing, and secretly pleased. After all, destiny may run this pack… but someone has to keep it entertained.