Lucien

He was preoccupied with the arrangements for the Fight that was to happen that weekend. He glanced at his young wife as they ate their breakfast. There were dark bruises under her eyes and he could see a small mark on her chest where the knitted shirt she was wearing revealed as she shifted.

He smiled. Even after five years, he still longed to tame her. She had the ability to hold him in the palm of her small hand, dangling, wanting more. 

He was an alpha male, a ...