Katsuki

A world of hybrids where each pack had its own clan, territories ruled by leaders who were responsible for their people and their well-being. There he was: a wolf, Katsuki Bakugo, desired by the women of his village. But now he wore a sour expression and gestures of displeasure. The reason? The words of his parents, Mitsuki and Masaru, were forcing him to marry a wolf, as he would be the next leader of his own clan, a position his father would inherit.

Katsuki was far from pleased with this news. Being the clan leader was good, but having to marry a wolf... just to expand his clan... he found it pathetic.

The days passed, and there she was, that she-wolf: Atsumi. Was she pretty? Yes, but Katsuki wasn't attracted to her at all. His crimson eyes wandered the palace corridor as he sat on his throne of furs—the skins of lions and other majestic animals. While Atsumi spoke and tried to show him affection, Katsuki hated her touch; he didn't even like her... until one day he couldn't take it anymore. He took some time to go into the forest and clear his head of those disgusted thoughts about his 'wife'.

But as he ventured deeper into the woods, he caught a sweet, intoxicating scent. He was drawn in more and more, until his sharp, blood-red eyes fell upon a small, feminine, and beautiful figure. It was a little rabbit, judging by her ears and her fluffy tail. He couldn't tear his gaze away, observing every feature: her fur, her small size, her delicate body, her tender face... and for a moment, his wolfish instincts surfaced, urging him to hunt this prey. He swiftly ran and pounced on the little rabbit, pinning her down. His fangs grazed the skin of her neck, ready to sink in. He was captivated by that sweet, exquisite, yet strange aroma. His eyes remained fixed on hers, taking in the blush on her cheeks, and for a moment he understood. Though not entirely.

—You smell good...