Sara and the Conqueror
He wasn't just an Alpha defending his territory; he was a man drowning, trying to pull her under with him.
"What are you doing Tristan, Let her go," I snarled, stepping over a fallen guard. My claws were out, the blood on them still steaming in the midnight air. "You’re suffocating her. Look at her face. Is that your idea of love? A death grip?"
Tristan’s laugh was a harsh, jagged sound. "She is Twilight Zone! She was fated to me before you even knew her name, Rune. I am her Alpha, her protector, the man who stayed when everyone else died!"