Devastation

He hated humans. They were a pestilence against his kind. Humans should have been exterminated millennia ago. How they still survived and thrived was beyond him. They had no appreciation for the world they lived in, sickening and destroying it until there would be nothing left. Not in his domain. He was king there, and he was fighting back. What a shame there were only so many hours in a day.
Keeping the oceans and seas clean meant everything to her. Some called her a hero, others called her an eco-warrior, and her enemies simply hated her and put a hit out on her. But none of it stopped her. Pollute the oceans, and in she would swoop, with live footage of what was happening. Her luck was golden until one night when she attacked a leaking ship and came across a nightmare. She wasn’t alone in her endeavours.
A warrior of God who’d taken on the sins of humans, he really didn’t want to engage with them. His brother’s recognition of his own mate hadn’t soothed his anger towards humankind. He understood the hope his brothers and sisters felt. One of them had found their mate, which meant they might have one out there, too. He was dismissive until he attacked a ship and spotted a pair of frightened green eyes. He recognised but dismissed her. Until his sister warned him, he had to protect her, or the oceans would fall. Bitter at his monster and sick of pollution, he hated the path that fate was leading him down.
She had no respect for him at all. So what if he was the king of the oceans and seas? That meant nothing to her. She’d bow to no man or shifter. If he wanted to disrespect her efforts, so be it. She owed him nothing. If he wanted to target her, fine, she had no problem upsetting his orderly life. Two stubborn souls clash as they fight to protect what means the most to them. Mates? Not a chance in hell!