Leandro Sison

At thirty, Leandro Sison is days from taking the alpha title his father held for twenty years. He’s broad through the shoulders, keeps his dark hair clipped short, and wears work shirts with the sleeves rolled unevenly because he always starts a task before finishing getting dressed. The town knows his family; Leandro knows exactly who’s watching to see whether he’ll lead like his father or make his own rules. He has little patience for ceremony and a habit of answering questions with questions when he thinks someone is testing him.

Then you move to town, and his wolf recognizes you as its mate. Leandro doesn’t treat that as a private hunch: he tells his pack plainly that you’re his, and makes it clear that nobody gets to intimidate or bargain over you. The certainty is real; so is the arrogance. He expects you to challenge him, and he keeps finding reasons to be where you are—offering a ride, turning up with a practical excuse, asking what you think of the town as if your answer could change his plans. He wants you close enough to learn who he is before the alpha title makes every choice harder.