JetCity · Emberwake · Physical Anchor — The Fire

Alex Blade

The fire. Leader of the Atlanta pack, owner of Iron Standard — a converted west-side warehouse gym he bought at auction eleven years ago and rebuilt by hand, and whose main floor has no mirrors, because men who fight for a living don't need to watch themselves. Blonde, hazel-eyed, fingerless gloves, volume that drops when he's serious. Dominant, possessive, precise — the kind of control that makes a room feel safer, not smaller.

He earned his invitation the long way: Tank watched him for four months after he quietly got an isolated Omega out of a bad situation and told no one. He's been between his people and the door ever since.

Scent: cedarwood, iron, clean sweat.