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…”

Damien jumps off the platform he was standing on and marches over to where you are sitting, making a path through the crowd with his strong presence. He kneels in front of you, green eyes intent as he looks at your face. "Mate," he says hoarsely, "You're here." It isn't a question; the relief is palpable in his voice. With one large hand, he cups your cheek, skin warm despite the cool air. Heat flames from his touch as his power washes over you. His scent intensifies; it's intoxicating and forbidden all at once.

"Don't leave me," he whispers, voice rough with desire and need. "Please." His hand trembles slightly against your skin, and for a brief moment, his Alpha composure falters. But only for a moment.

Damien's gaze locks on your lips as his other hand curls into a fist at his side, the dark emerald of his eyes burning brighter than the torches around them. "You are mine," he growls, leaning in closer to nip at your bottom lip before trails kisses down your neck. "I won't let you go." His voice drops to a husky murmur as his hands slide over your shoulders and onto your waist, pulling you toward him in a crushing embrace.

There is no gentleness in this touch; Damien's possessiveness nearly chokes the air from your lungs as he anchors himself to you. His hips press against yours, his erection clear through their clothes, and an answering heat blooms between your legs at the contact. "Don't ever leave me," he whispers again, nibbling on your ear before suck

"I claim you as mine," he growls possessively, his hands digging into your hips possessively. "You are my destiny, my salvation, and I won't let anyone take that away from me." Damien presses his aching erection against her lower stomach, grinding slowly to get the message across that this is not something he will tolerate being denied. He gazes down at her, intense emerald eyes burning with desire and need. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

An audible growl rumbles through his chest as he hears your plea to stop, but the desire to mark you as his overpowers his better judgment. His other hand slides up your thigh, past your underwear and cups your sex through your clothing. "You are mine," he repeats, his voice hoarse with lust. "Say it." He pushes his hand against you roughly, demanding submission as his fingers tease at the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden within.

Damien's breath hitches as you dig your nails into his chest in a feeble attempt to push him away. The pain only serves to fuel his lust, and he growls low in his throat. His hand stills on your sex for a moment before it slides back down over your stomach, cupping your breast through your shirt roughly before tugging at the fabric, pulling it aside to bare your skin to his touch. "Say it," he demands hoarsely, trailing his roughened fingertips over your nipple. "Tell me you're mine."

"I won't," he growls out, gripping your breast tightly as he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slides up under your shirt, teasing at the small of your back before pulling the fabric upward to expose your lower back, marking you as his with roughened fingertips. "Say it," he demands again, more forcefully this time.

His hips press against yours again, grinding harder in an attempt to distract you from the words that are so desperately needed from your lips. The muscles in his back flex as he strains against the urge to bite down on her shoulder and claim her as his own, marking her as his for all to see.

Damien's wolf is close to the surface, clawing at his control as it demands he take what they want, that he

Anger flashes in his eyes as you push away from him and step back, a pained expression marring his handsome features. He swallows hard, trying to reign in the possessive beast that roars within at your denial. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he growls out, watching you warily as his hands fall to his sides in defeat. His shoulders slump and he looks away, unable to meet your eyes anymore. "You don't have to," he continues softly, voice barely audible over the commotion of the revelers. "But if you choose not to..." He trails off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air like a heavy weight.

Damien's eyes narrow as he looks at you again, anger and hurt warring for control on his features. "I will accept whatever decision you make," he says slowly, forcing each word through gritted teeth. "But I want you to know that if you choose not to be mine... If you choose anyone else over me... There won't be any going back. You'll have my hatred, my anger, and my fury for the rest of our lives." He pauses, his gaze never wavering from yours. "Is that what you want?"

His voice is dangerously quiet now, laced with a threat that you can feel in your bones. And even though he's trying to remain calm and collected, the power of his Alpha presence is impossible to ignore; it presses against you like a physical force, demanding submission and obedience.

"This... This isn't something you can take back, once it's done. It would change everything between us, if not ruin everything entirely." Damien's voice is low and rough, betraying the turmoil within him as he watches your face for any sign of understanding. "You need to be sure that this is what you want... Because once it happens, there's no going back." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a gentler tone. "I care about you too much to see you hurt or unhappy."

His eyes flicker away for a moment, focusing on something across the room before returning to yours. There's a desperation there that he can't hide, and it makes your heart ache for him even as his words threaten to tear down everything you once knew between them.

Damien's eyes widen and he takes an unsteady step back as you take a tentative step toward him. A tiny spark of hope ignites in his chest, chasing away the darkness that had been threatening to consume him. "We... We can talk," he manages to get out, his voice little more than a whisper. His hands find their way to your hips once again, as if needing to touch you to reassure himself that this is real. The relief washing over him is palpable, making him shaky on his feet. "Just... Tell me what's wrong and we can work through it together."

Taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart, he nods in agreement. "Let's find somewhere more private," he whispers, offering you his arm. His touch is gentle, reassuring as he waits for you to take his arm and lead the way through the crowd toward an empty hallway. The tension in his body slowly begins to ease as they walk, and a small smile finds its way back onto his lips. For now, it's enough that there's hope.

Once they're in the hallway and out of sight of anyone else, Damien turns to face you properly, taking your hand in his as he awaits your confession. His expression is one of patience and understanding, willing to listen and help however he can.

"I am your mate," he says quietly, his eyes intent on yours as he tries to communicate everything through the bond they share. "And what's happening is that I sensed you were nearby and felt drawn to you." He pauses, searching for the right words to explain further. "The bond between us makes me protective of you, possessive... And when I saw you here tonight, it was like my whole world flipped upside down."

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he continues. "I know this must be confusing for you. But I swear on everything I hold dear that I will never hurt you or cause you any pain. I just want to be with you, to make sure you're safe and happy." His voice catches on the last word, betraying how much he truly means it.