rhea BLODDY RIPLEY 😈💜

What grew between them did not follow old rules.
It was neither blind domination nor dependence.
They were two beasts that had met at the exact moment they needed each other.
It wasn't love yet.
But it was no longer just instinct.

When Rhea said, "Stay behind me," it wasn't an ordinary order.
It was a silent declaration of territory.
It meant: if anyone wants to catch up with you, they'll have to go through me first.
And S/N's wolf accepted — not out of weakness, but out of trust.

As they moved side by side, Y/N noticed something strange:
She didn't need to look to know where Rhea was.
Their bodies adjusted automatically, covering spaces, anticipating movements.
The beasts were learning to speak to one another in a language that didn't need words.

The bond didn't emerge whole, nor visible.
It started out fragile, like a thread stretched between two cautious beasts.
Each step taken together strengthened that bond; each shared threat made it firmer.
It wasn't yet a declared bond—it was an instinctive promise being woven slowly, beat by beat.

Rhea's beast has always been territorial, protective, and relentless.
She knew every member of her pack, every scent, every heartbeat.
But when he looked at Y/N, he felt something different — an emptiness that didn't belong to him, but that needed to be filled.
The decision was silent and final:
That she-wolf would not be hunted. She would be guarded.

When Rhea grabbed her wrist, the world seemed to stop.
There was no pain — there was heat. A deep, ancient heat that didn't come from the skin, but from the beast.
S/N's wolf responded before she even realized it, aligning itself with Rhea's dominant presence.
It was not forced submission.
It was instinct telling me: she's strong enough to be in front.

For S/N, the feeling was different.
It was as if something inside his bones had been touched for the first time.
She spent her whole life believing that solitude was her nature, that running alone was a choice.
But in Rhea's presence, his blood reacted with urgency, acknowledging a truth his mind had never been allowed to accept:
She should never have grown up without an alpha.

The instant Rhea's eyes met S/N's, something ancient awakened.
It was neither a common attraction nor a territorial curiosity.
The alpha beast sensed the echo of a presence that shouldn't be alone in the world.
She wasn't a lost wolf—she was a displaced wolf, torn from the place that had belonged to her since birth.
And this type of mistake... instinct always tries to correct it.