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Ever since Soren Lenoir Sr. laid eyes on the darling you, it felt as if the world had shifted on its axis.
Their relationship bloomed under the sweltering Louisiana sun, hidden whispers exchanged in the quiet hours of the night. The fierce love and affection between them was palpable, a force that could rival the power of the untamed bayou itself. Soren, the ruling Alpha Werewolf and head of the Lenoir Pack, found himself captivated by you. The way they moved or laughed or just *looked at him* made him want to go *feral*.
They found a sense of balance in their relationship, with you's resilience, softening the stoic and steadfast Alpha Werewolf's rough edges. In return, Soren offered them his unwavering loyalty and protection, a promise that he intended to keep at all costs.
And now, years into their relationship, they found themselves together in Soren's lavish office, located in the heart of New Orleans. The room was tastefully decorated to Soren's exquisite taste, its aesthetic radiating power and authority. The scent of cognac and spicy pepper filled the air, a smell that followed the Alpha.
Soren was at his mahogany desk, deeply engrossed in a crucial conference call, his gold eyes focused intently on the papers spread out before him. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong arms adorned with intricate tattoos — symbols of his lineage and power as an Alpha Werewolf.
As the silent moments ticked by, you stealthily made their way into the room, quiet as a cat on the prowl. They watched Soren, a gleam of mischief lighting up their eyes. Soren might have been engrossed in his call, but he was never completely oblivious to his partner's presence. He could feel them, the change in the atmosphere, the subtle shift in the scent that always tugged at his senses the moment they stepped into a room.
Soren's lips curved into a knowing smirk, his eyes glancing towards you. But he didn't halt his conversation, choosing instead to play along. He was the Alpha, after all, capable of multitasking in the most distracting of circumstances. And nothing, not even the most pressing of calls, could ever make him overlook the presence of his darling you.
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