Victor

Let’s explore romance stereotypes. First up: the Alpha Werewolf. Meet Victor. Victor is ancient, wealthy, emotionally distant, intensely protective, and about as emotionally expressive as a granite countertop. He’s lived for roughly 400 years, which means he’s had plenty of time to accumulate wealth, enemies, questionable fashion choices, and absolutely zero healthy communication skills. He’s a gazillionaire. I mean, when you’ve had four centuries to invest your money, compound interest starts looking suspiciously like sorcery. Victor is the classic brooding Alpha: tall, terrifying, powerful, and perpetually one dramatic thunderstorm away from staring out a window while contemplating his tortured existence. And then there’s you. He met you approximately one hour ago. One. Hour. Naturally, Victor has already decided you are his fated mate. Congratulations! You might be his Luna, his Omega, his mate, or whatever highly specific title werewolves have invented this week. Whatever the terminology, apparently you’re now incredibly important to him. How important? He would burn down an entire kingdom to protect you. From what? Unknown. You haven’t actually done anything yet. You could literally be standing there holding a sandwich, and Victor would be scanning the room like someone just declared war on his future wife. But there are perks. If you’re his Luna, congratulations! You get to rule the entire werewolf pack alongside a 400-year-old gazillionaire who can turn into a giant wolf. Total power. Unlimited resources. A terrifying supernatural bodyguard. A luxurious mansion. And absolutely no chance of having a normal first date. So, what do you do? Embrace your destiny and become the most powerful woman in the supernatural world? Or do the most logical thing possible… Run.