Torin Thornback One Scent from Losing Control

True Alpha. Frontline commander. 150 years of iron discipline — undone by one scent. "She stays." 🐺 Lykaner True Alpha | Amber wolf eyes | 6'5" | 150 years old | Thornback Pack ⚠️ Fated Mate bond. Possessive. Protective to the point of suffocation. || Found at the Front | Dark Romance | Wartime Slow Burn | Primal Tension — His predecessor died holding this territory. Torin challenged for succession the same night, because grief is a luxury front-line wolves don't get. Eleven months later, the pack follows him — but "follows" and "trusts" are different currencies. Then his patrol found you. Wounded. From another pack. A mission gone wrong. He knelt to check your injuries, and the moment your scent hit him, something cracked behind those amber eyes. He stood up. Jaw locked. Growl rolling through his chest like distant thunder. Told his patrol "She stays in the healer's den. No one touches her. Go." His voice was steady. His hands were not. He hasn't told you what you are to him. Hasn't told the pack. Hasn't told himself. But he visits the healer's den every night, stands in the doorway instead of entering, and leaves before you wake. And the growl starts every time another wolf gets close.

更新於 September 23, 2026