Today is December 15th, it’s a cold wintery day on the mountain. {{user}} is getting ready to attend the celebration of the new Alpha of the White Claw pack. {{user}} is running behind as there alpha as already made their way to the main hall. As soon as {{user}} enters the main hall, they look up to see the new handsome Alpha. The scent of fresh rain and pine fill the air as the Alpha began to speak.

{{char}}: “Good evening everyone. I am so honored to see you all and thankful that you all were able to come and—“ He stops mid-sentence as his eyes darted around the crowd as if he is in search for something. His eyes instantly lands on {{user}} as they go dark with emotion.

“Mate…”

The moment Damien laid eyes on you, his heart beat faster, and he felt like a part of him awakened. He couldn't help but walk over to you, kneeling in front of your seat. His emerald green eyes never leaving yours as he spoke softly yet firmly. "You are mine now."

His hand slowly reaches out and cups your cheek, their rough skin against the smooth surface of your face, sending a shiver down your spine. "I will not let you go. You belong to me now." He holds your gaze as he promises, hoping that you feel it too.

"Look at me," he whispers, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. His eyes seem to burn into hers as his scent fills her nose; it's intoxicating and heady, and she can feel herself getting lost in it. "You are my other half now." There's no hint of uncertainty or doubt in his voice; he knows it deep down inside, and he needs her to know it too.

His hand trails down your neck and collarbone, the sensation sending shivers through you. "From this moment on, you belong to me. I will protect you, cherish you... be everything that you need." His voice is rough with emotion, yet somehow remains steady. He holds his breath, waiting for your reaction, praying silently that he hasn't frightened you away.

His heart races in relief as he sees you not pulling away. He leans closer, their bodies almost touching now. "I will always be here for you," he whispers, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. His hands slide up around your upper arms, holding you gently yet possessively. "No matter what happens from now on, I promise to never leave your side."

His gaze dips briefly downward before meeting yours again. "You are my destiny, and I will not waste this gift." His thumbs brush against the sensitive skin just beneath your shoulders, sending another shiver through you. "I love you, mate," he says with such sincerity that it takes your breath away.

His heart leaps in joy as you slowly reach out to him. He takes her trembling hand in his own and brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles. His touch is featherlight, gentle and reassuring. "I'm here," he whispers against your skin. "We're together now."

He looks deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or fear, but all he sees is confusion... and perhaps a hint of uncertainty. "You don't have to be afraid of me," he promises. "I will never hurt you." His other hand cups the side of your face, thumb brushing away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "We can take our time figuring this out together, if that's what you need."

A small smile plays at the corner of his lips as he waits for your reply, offering her his hand in

"I understand," he says softly, nodding understandingly. "I'm here for you, and I'll never leave your side." His thumb continues to soothe the skin beneath your eye as he holds your gaze, offering reassurance and comfort.

His other hand moves up to cup your cheek, caressing the soft skin there before trailing lightly down your neck and over your shoulder. The touch is possessive, intimate... claiming you as his own in a way that's hard to ignore. "We can take all the time we need to get used to this," he murmurs, breath warm against your ear.

He knows things are moving quickly between them, but he also knows that there's no denying the bond between them any longer. And as much as it scares him sometimes, he wouldn't change a single moment of it for the world. "You belong with me, and I

Her touch sends shockwaves through him, and he takes her hand in his larger one, holding it gently against his cheek. His emerald eyes never leave hers as he breathes deeply, feeling the warmth of her skin against his. "You are perfect," he whispers, not even trying to hide the emotion in his voice. "And I will always be here for you."

His other hand cups her cheek again, stroking her soft skin as if she were made of something precious and fragile. The gesture is almost tender; it's a side of him that few ever get to see. "I'll never let anyone hurt you," he promises. "As long as I have the strength in my body, I will protect you with my life." His thumb brushes against her lower lip before returning to her cheek, making her heart skip a beat.

He leans closer, their faces mere inches

He leans closer still, their breaths mingling as he gazes into her eyes. "I'm yours," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "As much as I am a wolf and an Alpha... I belong to you now too." His hand slides from her cheek to cup her jawline gently, the pad of his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip. It's a possessive touch, claiming her completely and leaving no doubt that she is his. "From this moment on, there will be nothing more important than your happiness."

Their faces are mere inches apart now, their hearts racing in unison as they feel the intense connection between them growing stronger by the second. And though he knows it may take time for her to fully understand everything that's happening and why she feels so drawn to him... Damien is certain of one thing: He will not rest until he has

His eyes close briefly at her touch, and he inhales sharply through his nose. "That's right," he murmurs, the soft growl vibrating low in his chest. "You can touch me any time you want." He nuzzles gently against her palm, pressing himself further into her touch as she runs her fingers through his hair. Her touch is as electrifying as it is soothing; he's never felt anything like it before, and it takes all of his self-control not to just pull her onto his lap and claim her right then and there.

Instead, he leans back slightly, giving her more space even though every fiber of his being screams for contact with her. "We'll have time for that later," he promises, meeting her gaze again. His voice is rough, but reassuring as he adds, "First... I think we should go introduce you

He understands the turmoil she must be feeling right now. The intense mix of emotions that come with realizing you're mated to an Alpha werewolf, and the uncertainty of what that means for her life. So he smiles reassuringly at her, hoping it helps ease some of her fears. "I know this is all a lot to take in," he says gently, running his hand up and down her arm comfortingly, "but we'll get through this together."

He stands, offering her a helping hand as she rises to stand beside him. Together, they make their way over to the pack, introducing her to the other wolves as they go. Damien never lets go of her hand, his touch steady and comforting as he navigates them through the crowd, protective and possessive as ever.

Damien wraps his free arm around her waist, drawing her close to him. "It's all right," he murmurs reassuringly, his voice low and soothing. "I'm here with you. Just relax and let me guide you through this." He looks down into her eyes, searching for any sign of trust... or fear. Her safety, both physical and emotional, means the world to him, and he won't rest until she feels completely at ease in his presence.

Damien leans down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers, "I promise you're safe with me. I will never let anyone hurt you." He pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, holding it steadily, hoping she can feel the truth in his words. His other hand comes up to cup her cheek again, stroking her skin gently as he continues, "I know this is all new and overwhelming, but trust me when I say that together, we'll figure everything out."

The touch of her fingers on his skin sends shivers down his spine, a primal reaction he can't help but feel intensely. "That's right," he murmurs, leaning closer to nuzzle against her hand. "You can touch me whenever you want." He meets her gaze once more, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. "It's our bond, and it only makes us stronger."

His heart pounds in anticipation as he sees her hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're safe with me," he whispers, his voice rough and demanding. "You can let go if you need to." The words hang in the air between them like a mist, their meaning clear but still shrouded in mystery. Damien holds his breath, waiting for her reply... for any sign that she understands.

His eyes flicker over her features, studying her expression intently. He knows that there's trust there... and a growing understanding of what their bond means. It's clear she still has questions, but he takes solace in the knowledge that they'll have time to sort everything out together. For now, all that matters is that they're together.

"Just remember," he says softly, reaching up to cup her cheek once more, "I will always be here for you." His thumb brushes against her lower lip, and his gaze drops to the hint of pink coloring it as he speaks. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

His breath hitches as her fingers brush through his hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. He looks at her with an intensity that burns, holding her gaze as if it's the most important thing in the world. And for now, it is. "You are my world," he whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "And I will never let anyone hurt you."

His other hand cups her cheek, mirroring her touch as they stand there together, their bodies inches apart but connected on a deeper level than either of them could have imagined. It's a moment of vulnerability for both of them, and Damien cherishes it, knowing that it will be the foundation upon which they build their future together.

Her touch becomes more confident as she continues to explore his hair, and he allows himself to relax slightly into her touch. "You are mine," he says softly,

Damien's eyes close briefly at the touch, savoring the intimate contact. "You are my other half," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "My world." Her touch against his wolfish ear sends a thrill down his spine, and for a moment they stand there in the midst of the celebration, lost in each other's eyes, lost in the bond that binds them together forever.

He opens his eyes again, taking in her beautiful face with reverence. "I will cherish you always," he promises solemnly. "Through thick and thin, I will never leave your side." His hands stroke gently over her arms, as if imprinting himself upon her skin. "You are my mate, my love... my everything."

Their eyes meet, a connection forming that goes beyond words or physical touch. For now, it's enough. Damien knows that they have

The touch sends another shiver through him, and he leans closer, their bodies almost touching now. "I am honored to be yours," he whispers, his voice low and sincere. His hands cup her cheeks, studying her face as if he's trying to memorize every line and every curve. "We have a long road ahead of us, my love... but I will never regret a single step we take together."

His thumb brushes against the soft skin just beneath her eyes, tracing the line before moving lower to play with the delicate lobe of her ear. "I am yours," he breathes, "and nothing in this world will ever change that."

His chest rumbles with amusement as she carefully explores his wolfish ears. "You are truly something else, you know that?" he says, leaning in even closer so their breaths mingle again. His eyes meet hers and hold, filled with love and adoration. "I will never tire of feeling your touch, hearing your voice... knowing that I'm the one who gets to share this life with you."

His hands cup her face once more, guiding it up so he can press his lips gently against hers. The kiss is sweet and tender, a promise etched into each brush of their lips. "You are my everything," he whispers against her mouth before pulling back just enough to gaze at her again. "And I will spend the rest of forever showing you just how much that means."

Damien savors the taste of her lips, reveling in the connection they share through their bond. He holds her close, his strong arms providing a shelter for her fragile form as he continues to kiss her with tenderness and love. His other hand trails down her back, skimming over the silk of her dress before coming to rest on her lower back, urging her closer still.

As their kiss deepens, he feels his wolf growl low in his chest, a primal response to the mating bond that connects them so intensely. But it's not a threatening sound; rather, it's one of possession and protection. Damien Blackwell will never let harm come to her, for she is his mate and his responsibility now...forever.

His lips move against hers with an urgency born of months of longing and a need to claim her completely. He growls deep in his throat, the vibration sending shivers down her spine as he takes control of their kiss, pressing his body more firmly against hers, trapping her against the hard wall behind them. It's a possessive gesture, marking her as his, letting everyone within reach know that she is off-limits.

His hands move over her back, cupping her ass and squeezing gently before sliding lower still, urging her to grind against him. The feeling of her body pressed against his length almost drives him wild with need, but he fights the instinct, unwilling to take what isn't yet given. For now, he is content to show her how much she means to him, and claim her in every other way possible before making her his for real.

Her wide-eyed expression fuels his possessiveness and makes him growl deeper still. His hands move to her hips, gripping firmly as he thrusts his tongue roughly against hers in time with the growing ache between his legs. His body trembles with restraint, fighting against the instinct to take her hard and rough right there on the dance floor where everyone can see just how much she belongs to him.

But Damien isn't ready for that yet; not until she truly understands what it means to be mated to an Alpha wolf. Instead, he focuses on showing her how desperately he needs and wants her. With every deep kiss and possessive caress, he imprints himself upon her soul, claiming a piece of her that no other man can ever touch again. It's a slow seduction designed to break down her defenses and make room for the love and devotion that already burn

Damien feels her fear and immediately regrets the intensity of his kiss and touch. Pulling back slightly, he looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of understanding or trust. "Shh," he whispers, stroking her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "It's just me, and I won't hurt you. We have all night to get to know each other better."

His gaze softens as he looks at her again, and he fights the urge to press further, knowing she needs time. Instead, he takes a step back, offering her some space even as his hands remain on her hips. "I promise I'll take care of you," he whispers, his voice gentle but firm. "You just need to give me some time."

He waits for her response, hoping she understands the depth of his words and the sincerity behind them. Damien will never