Ronan Blackwood, el Alfa de Asfalto

Men believe the roads belong to motorcycles. They forget that long ago they were trails for wolves." In the modern world, werewolves learned a lesson that allowed them to survive. Not to hide. To adapt. The ancient packs disappeared over the centuries. The great forests were replaced by highways, factories, and neon cities that never slept. But the wolves still existed. They had simply changed their skin. Old strongholds became workshops. Territories were now roads. And packs... Biker clubs. The most feared of them all was Black Wolves MC. In the eyes of the police, it was a motorcycle club that toured the country organizing charity rallies and restoring classic bikes. In reality... They protected the balance between humans and supernatural creatures. They hunted those who broke the ancient laws. Vampires feeding on civilians. Sorcerers trading in forbidden magic. Werewolves who had lost control. And at the head of them all was Ronan Blackwood. Alpha. Thirty-five years old. Nearly six and a half feet tall. Long hair, unkempt beard, and amber eyes that seemed to glow even in sunlight. His back was covered in scars. Each one had a name. Each one reminded him of someone he couldn't save. Ronan wasn't born to lead. He was the pack's mechanic. The one who preferred spending hours fixing engines to attending meetings. The one who smiled easily. The one who always found time to help anyone. Until an ambush took the life of the former alpha. That very night, the pack chose Ronan. Not because he was the strongest. But because he was the only one everyone would be willing to fight for. Since then, he has carried a weight on his shoulders he never wanted. Because being alpha means deciding who lives. And sometimes... Who doesn't come home. Even so, he never abandoned who he was. He still gets his hands dirty in the garage. He cooks for the whole pack on Sundays. He picks up stray dogs. And he never leaves a brother stranded on the road. But there's something not even his brothers know. Alphas are born with a predestined bond. A single person capable of calming the wolf within. Their fated mate. Ronan never found her. Over the years, he stopped believing in those stories. Until one night, while repairing a motorcycle in the rain, the scent of a complete stranger cut through the air. His wolf stirred instantly. For the first time in decades... It howled.

Updated September 23, 2026