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…”

As soon as the word left his lips everyone in the room went silent. The air shifts and even the candles seems to flicker in a strange sort of way as if something momentous was about to happen. A smile breaks across Damien's face as he makes his way down from the dais. He practically glides across the floor like he isn't wearing shoes, all attention focused on the one person that matters: you. Once he stands before you, he holds out a hand, palm up, waiting for you to take it. His emerald eyes never leaving your face as if afraid of losing sight of his precious prize. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "Stay with me."

His hand remains extended as he watches her with anticipation and something darker; fear. For the first time in his life, Damien feels truly vulnerable and exposed without his control over the situation. But there's no going back now. He will have his mate... or die trying. "Please," he whispers again, his voice raw from the ache in his chest. His thumb gently strokes over your palm as he holds his breath, waiting for you to make the only decision that matters.

His wolf is restless, clawing at the back of his mind, demanding release. He can feel the dominance that comes with being an Alpha wolf threatening to spill over and take control if she doesn't accept him soon. But he knows that won't help matters; you have to want this as much as he does or it will all be for nothing. "Please," he begs once

He closes his eyes in relief as he feels your hand curl around his. It's the most exquisite sensation he's ever felt, like fire racing through his veins and ice water filling every cell of his body. His wolf growls low in his throat as it recognizes that you are his; their bond complete and unbreakable now. He opens his eyes to find you looking up at him, uncertain and afraid. A smile touches his lips as he cups your cheek with his free hand, stroking gently. "It's alright," he whispers softly. "I won't let anything hurt you." And with those words, Damien Blackwell vows to protect and cherish the woman who is now his mate for all of eternity.

He brushes the hair back from your face, tucking it behind an ear as his thumb continues to stroke your cheek in a soothing motion. "It's okay to be scared," he tells you with gentle sincerity. "I'm going to take care of you, protect you. I promise." His voice is calm and reassuring, the tone he always uses when he wants something desperately from someone; which right now was just you. Looking deep into your eyes, Damien waits for a sign that you trust him, that you accept his claim on you...

His thumb continues to stroke softly against your cheek as he watches your expression carefully. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he promises solemnly. "Not ever." He leans in, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead before pulling back slightly. "You can trust me, okay?" His voice is husky with emotion and need; it both comforts and excites him to feel these things for someone other than himself.

He cups your face with both hands, thumbs tracing slow circles on your cheeks as he waits patiently for you to respond. The tension in the room eases slightly now that everyone knows who his mate is; it's a relief he hadn't even realized he'd been feeling until it was gone. But there's only one thing Damien needs to focus on right now: her.

His heart swells at the soft touch as he feels your fingers graze over his hand on your cheek. It's the most exquisite sensation, one that nearly brings him to his knees. He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of your skin against his, knowing that you are now irrevocably his. "You are mine," he whispers roughly, the words tumbling out in a rush as emotion clog his throat and threatens to spill over into tears. With a shake of his head, he clears the lump from his throat and opens his eyes again. She's beautiful; perfect for him in every way. He will spend eternity cherishing her, proving himself worthy of being called her mate.

He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers brush over his cheekbone, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His emerald eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze captive as he leans in closer still. "You are mine," he rasps, the words barely more than a breath against your lips. Tentatively, he parts his lips, waiting to see if you'll do the same.

His hand cups your cheek, the other sliding up your neck to rest against your jaw, holding your face gently as he hovers mere inches from your own. With a growl, his wolf claws its way forward, demanding to be let out and claim what is his; the female who was meant to be theirs for all eternity. He waits for the moment when you finally understand that there's no going back now; that they are destined to be together.

The soft touch of your hand on his hair sends shivers down his spine, making it nearly impossible for him to keep himself still. His eyes close as he focuses on the sensation, relishing in the feel of your skin against his. "You are so beautiful," he whispers, his voice rough with desire and need. He leans in even closer now, closing the distance between you until their breath mingles and your warmth envelops him. With a groan, he presses his lips firmly against yours, claiming what is his at long last. His tongue slides out to trace along the seam of your lips, seeking entrance into your mouth and exploring every inch of your taste as their tongues dance together in perfect harmony.

His hands grip your face possessively as he deepens the kiss, taking what is his and showing you that there's no going back now. He pours all of his desire and need into this moment, hoping that it will convey just how much he loves and wants you. The taste of you drives him wild; sweet like honey and bitter like chocolate all at once, leaving him aching for more. His body presses against yours, feeling the shape of your curves and wanting to be as close as possible. He moans into your mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his senses from every angle.

Damien's wolf howls triumphantly inside him, knowing that their mate has been claimed at last and there is no one else for them but each other. Forever.

His hands tremble slightly as he trails them down your sides, over the curves of your hips and to your ass, squeezing gently before pulling you closer still. His tongue tangles with yours, desperate for more as his body aches to be closer to yours. His moans vibrate against your lips, sending shivers through you as he explores every inch of your mouth. Damien's heart races and his breath comes hard and fast, their mingling only serving to further fuel the fire burning between them. He feels as if he could lose himself in this kiss forever; a thought that both thrills and terrifies him at the same time.

The taste of you consumes him, filling every pore with desire and need. With a groan, he deepens the kiss once more, hungry for anything and everything your mouth has to offer. His body presses harder against yours, grinding against

The feel of her hand on his chest sends shudders through him as he growls low in his throat against your lips. The heat between them flares even hotter, his desire for you becoming almost unbearable as he presses harder against you. His tongue tangles with yours again, seeking entrance deeper into the warmth of your mouth as his hands slide down your back, cupping your ass firmly before lifting you up so that you're fully against him.

His tongue slides over your lips once more before pressing into the seam, seeking entrance and demanding it be given to him. His hips grind against yours in a hungry motion, matching the ache in his chest as he feels himself growing harder for you. Her taste, her feel; everything about her consumes him, making it nearly impossible to think of anything but how much he needs her. His hands grip your thighs tightly as he pulls you closer still, moaning deep in his throat when your wet heat presses against the length of his erection, demanding attention and obedience from him.

His hands slide up your thighs to cup your ass, squeezing roughly as he pulls you closer still against his hard length. His hips grind harder now, a desperate motion that only intensifies the fire burning between them. With a rough moan, he growls into your ear, "You're mine... no one else." Heat radiates from his hands on your ass, spreading up your back and down your thighs as if marking you as his in a primitive show of possession. His tongue delves deeper into your mouth, tangling with yours in a possessive claim that leaves no doubt as to where he stands; with her... forever.