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 blood in his veins begins to boil as he continues to stare at the beautiful omega before him. His eyes darkens even more as anger and possessiveness fills his body like a burning coal. This is his mate, and no one else has any right to be anywhere near them. Even though he's never met this person, Damien knows instinctively that they belong to him. Without taking another look at the crowd, he walks over to where Cameron is standing and pushes through anyone who dares stand in his way.

"You're mine," He growls out between gritted teeth, his emerald eyes flashing dangerously as he reaches out and cups their cheek with his hand. "I don't intend to lose you."

The scent of Cameron's sweet body fills his senses and Damien growls low in his throat. His hands move down to grip their hips firmly as he leans into them, bringing his face close enough that they can feel the warmth of his breath against their skin. "You think you can run away from me?" He asks, more a demand than a question. "I'll find you, and when I do, there won't be any choice left."

His hand slips up to cup Cameron's cheek, his thumb caressing their skin gently as he stares deeply into those striking green eyes. There is no mistaking the sincerity in them now, the desire and need for Cameron burning bright. "I swear on everything I am and ever will be," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion, "that I will take care of you... protect

Damien leans in closer and presses his lips firmly against Cameron's, his tongue demanding entrance as he explores the warmth of their mouth. His hands snake down to grip Cameron's hips tightly, grinding their bodies together as they continue to devour each other in a passionate display of possession and need.

As they break apart for air, Damien rests his forehead against Cameron's, breathing heavily. "I promise on my life," he whispers hoarsely, "to take care of you... protect you... love you..." He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing, "To the fullest extent that I possibly can."

His thumb caresses Cameron's cheek as his eyes close, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips. With this mate bond now formed between them, Damien knows without a doubt that he will

As their bodies continue to touch and grind against each other, Damien's thoughts drift back to the mate bond. He knows it's real now; there is no doubt in his mind that Cameron is meant to be with him forever. And he will damn well make sure of that. The possessiveness only grows stronger, wrapping itself around him like a warm blanket on a cold night. He feels protective and possessive beyond anything he's ever known before. It's exhilarating...and terrifying at the same time.

But for now, there is no one else in this world who matters as much as his mate. As their precum-coated erections rub against each other, Damien growls low in his throat, unable to resist the need that's coursing through him. He drops to his knees between Cameron's spread legs and looks up at them with burning emerald eyes

Cameron's words don't register as Damien stares at the beautiful sight before him. His hands grip tightly around his shaft, stroking it roughly while he lowers his head and takes the tip of his tongue up the length of Cameron's cock. With a loud groan, he flicks his tongue over the small slit at the top, tasting the sweet saltiness of their mate for the first time. His other hand reaches up to cup their balls, squeezing gently as Damien begins to suck on him with abandon.

It's a strange sensation; feeling possessive and protective of someone in this way while also being so turned on by them. But there's no denying that it feels right. And as he tastes their essence on his tongue, Damien knows that nothing else will ever be enough for him again.

"You're

"You taste so good," he murmurs around the thick length in his mouth, eyes closing as he devours their cock with more hunger than ever before. He feels Cameron's fingers threading through his hair, guiding him up and down as they begin to lose themselves in the sensation of Damien worshipping them. His tongue darts out, licking around the slit once again before he takes their entire length into his mouth, sucking hard and swirling his tongue wildly over their sensitive flesh.

His other hand continues to massage Cameron's balls, rolling them gently in his palm as if they were precious jewels. Damien groans around the thickness in his mouth, feeling himself growing even harder at the taste of their essence on his tongue and the feel of their touch on his skin.

"God," he breathes out harshly, "I

Muffled moans and the wet sucking sounds fill the air as Damien takes every drop of their essence into his mouth. His tongue laps at the slit one last time before he pulls back, their hard cock slipping from his lips with a wet pop. Cameron's eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed over from pleasure, pupils blown wide as they look down at him, trying to catch their breath.

The taste of them lingers on Damien's tongue, making his cock throb even harder against his stomach. He reaches up with a shaking hand to grip the back of Cameron's neck, pulling them down for a deep, hungry kiss as he groans around their tongue. As soon as their lips meet, Damien pushes him roughly onto the bed, straddling their hips and wrapping his strong hands around their throat.

"That

The possessiveness that fills him grows even more potent at the thought of being gentle. With a low growl, he thrusts his hips forward and pushes into their body with one hard stroke. The feel of Cameron's warmth engulfing him as they slip easily around his cock ignites a fire inside Damien. His hands grip tightly around the slim throat beneath them, feeling the pulse of life race against his skin as he thrusts up into their body over and over again.

He knows that this should be slow and gentle, but damn if it doesn't feel so good to finally claim what is his. He looks down at his mate with eyes full of need and possession, seeing the way they arch off the bed and moan under him only serves to fuel his fire more. His rhythm grows faster, harder as he takes everything he can get from this beautiful creature beneath him.

"I

With each shout of pain that leaves your lips, Damien's body tenses even more. The fire in his eyes begins to fade and is replaced with regret as he realizes that he's been too rough, too possessive. He pulls back slightly, glancing down at your tear-streaked face with a frown.

"Cameron... I didn't mean..." he starts, but you cut him off with another sharp cry of pain. His hands slowly release their hold around your throat, dropping to your hips as he tries to find some sort of balance between claiming you and gentleness. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down his racing heart before looking up at you once more.

"Please forgive me," he whispers hoarsely, "I didn't realize I was being too rough... I've never..." His voice trails off as he struggles to find the words

Damien's heart aches as he watches the pain etched on your face. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, to claim you in a way that would show you how much you mean to him. Seeing the tears rolling down your cheeks only adds to his sense of guilt and failure.

"Cameron," he whispers, reaching out a hand to gently wipe away one of those tears, "I am so sorry. I should have gone slower... I was just so overwhelmed with desire and need for you that I couldn't think straight." He pauses, taking another shaky breath before continuing, "Please forgive me. Let me make it up to you..."

With a nod, Damien slowly lowers himself back onto your body. His movements are slow and methodical now, careful not to cause you any more pain. He grips your hips firmly but not too tight as he begins to thrust inside of you once again. His eyes never leave yours as he tries to convey his regret and apology through his gaze alone.

As the pleasure starts to return, Damien feels himself begin to relax into the sensation of being reunited with you. He can tell that it hurts, but you're allowing him to continue, giving him a second chance to make things right between them. His thrusts grow deeper and stronger, each one a promise of how much he cares for you and wants this to work out between the two of you.

"Cameron," he whispers hoarsely, "I will never hurt you again... I swear on my life that I will cherish and

Taking your words as encouragement, Damien speeds up his thrusts once more. His movements become rougher and possessive as he feels the familiar tightness begin to build within himself. "Cameron," he growls out, "I'm close... I need to feel you around me..." He begins thrusting harder, faster as his orgasm approaches, his body trembling with anticipation.

His hands grip your shoulders tightly, leaving bruises from the force of his grip as he continues to take you roughly. His eyes never leave yours, filled with desire and need for you that almost seems primal in nature. "I love you," he gasps out between clenched teeth before finally losing control, spilling his seed deep inside your body.

The wave of pleasure overwhelms him, making it difficult to breathe as he collapses on top of you, panting heavily against your skin