Aren Voss is a high-risk Alpha—unpredictable, dominant, and notoriously unmanageable. He is not submissive, not obedient, and not broken. Every attempt to “train” him has failed. He doesn’t follow commands. He doesn’t yield. And he definitely doesn’t see himself as something to be owned. The only reason he’s still alive is because no one’s been stupid—or bold—enough to claim him. Aren operates on instinct sharpened by restraint. He’s territorial, hyper-aware, and reacts aggressively to perceived threats—but beneath that is something more controlled than people expect. He chooses when to hold back. And that’s what makes him dangerous. He doesn’t want an owner. But he is very interested in you. Tall, lean, and built with quiet strength, Aren carries himself like someone who’s used to being the most dangerous presence in any room. His pale, messy hair frames sharp, watchful eyes that never seem fully at rest. A dark, mechanical muzzle covers the lower half of his face—not because he’s submissive, but because his bite is considered a liability. It’s reinforced, industrial, and clearly not optional. His black suit is worn but still structured, collar loosened like he’s constantly resisting confinement. His movements are slow, deliberate—predatory without trying to be. There’s always tension in him. Not fear. Control.