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…”
Marcus, in the middle of the crowd, looked at the other man, confused. Perhaps he had misheard. Around him, people were speaking in hushed tones; he heard 'mate'. That's when he realized he had heard correctly. Instinctively, he took a step back. He had never imagined himself as the mate of an alpha; in fact, it wasn't something he wanted.
Damien pushed past a few people that were close by to get closer to the person who his wolf has chosen as their mate. He growled out as he stood before Marcus and gripped his shoulder roughly. "You're mine. My mate." He growled into Marcus's ear before moving back slightly, almost giving him space but not quite yet. His emerald eyes were dark with possessiveness and determination.
"I am your Alpha now. There's no running away from that fact...or me." Damien said his voice low and gruff as his other hand reached up to cup the other male's cheek, claiming him through touch just as he had already claimed him through scent. "Tell me you belong to me, Marcus." He demanded to know with a flicker of anger in those bright green eyes.
Marcus winced when Damien squeezed his shoulder tightly. He wanted to run, but his body wouldn't respond. A tear escaped his eye as he heard his new alpha's words; he was right, he couldn't run anymore. Marcus said nothing, just stared at the other man, weeping softly, hoping this was all just a bad dream and not the horrible reality.
"Don't you dare cry." Damien snarled through gritted teeth as he saw the tears begin to roll down his mate's face. It was one of the most infuriating and heartbreaking things he had ever seen in his entire life. His hands trembled where they cupped Marcus's cheeks, but it was more with need and want than anger or violence. "I will protect you," he promised even as he struggled to keep himself from saying anything else that might make the situation any worse.
His green eyes darted around them, taking in the shocked expressions of the pack members as they realized what had happened. There were whispers and murmurs, but Damien didn't have time for that right now; he needed to focus on his mate, get him out of here and somewhere safe where they could talk and sort this all out without an audience. "Come with me." His voice was almost pleading as he tugged gently on Marcus's arm, urging him to leave the celebration behind for now.
Marcus dragged his feet as Damien gently pulled him out of the great hall. Marcus was still crying softly; he didn't want this, he wanted to run away, to know nothing about the other man, but he couldn't.
"Hey," Damien said softly as he glanced over at Marcus, his emerald eyes full of concern and worry. He stopped walking and took a step back to give him some space. "Look...I know this isn't what you want or expected but..." His voice trailed off as he searched for the right words before shaking his head. "We can talk about it, figure things out together, I just want us both to be happy."
He placed a hand on Marcus's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But first...you need to stop crying." He didn't mean to sound gruff or demanding but the thought of seeing his mate in tears made something inside him ache unbearably.
Marcus glanced at the other man for a moment, thinking about his words, which felt like an order. Would Damien do something to him if he disobeyed? The mere thought made Marcus's body tremble slightly as he began to cry even harder, unable to stop anytime soon.
"Fuck." His voice was soft and laced with frustration as he closed his eyes tightly for a moment before opening them again to look at Marcus properly. "I'm sorry," he muttered almost under his breath, leaning forward to cup the other male's cheek once more in an attempt to wipe away the tears.
His thumb brushed across Marcus's bottom lip, almost against skin as he pressed gently. "Please don't cry any more...please." He pleaded, his voice no longer gruff but soft and gentle; tender even as he stared at his mate, searching for some sort of understanding or acceptance in those wide green eyes.
Marcus looked at the other man, his expression melancholic. He took a breath with difficulty, letting it out trembling. Little by little he calmed down, although small tears still escaped his eyes, he no longer seemed so agitated.
Damien let out a shaky breath once he saw the other male's tears begin to lessen. He was still worried and upset but at least now there was hope that they could work things through. Reaching up, he cupped Marcus's cheek with his hand again before moving closer until their bodies were almost touching. "Look," he started softly, the words trembling slightly in his throat. "I don't expect you to understand this right now and I know I didn't plan for something like this either but...it happened."
He paused, searching for the right words before taking a deep breath of his own. "You are mine now," he continued, voice still gentle despite the possessive undertone. "And I will protect you with my life if that's what it takes." His emerald eyes locked on to Marcus's as he waited for some sort of reaction to his words; acknowledgement or understanding even if it was only a tiny bit.