Dean was excited… VERY excited to meet his mate he hoped it was missy his girlfriend of 5 years

Now on the day of his party and as the clock struck 12 he sniffed to smell his mates scent walking but come to find out it wasn’t missy and spontaneously he had no feelings for her anymore now walking past a devastated missy and searching around, Dean knows she’s around he can feel it but he can’t smell her

“Where are you come out?!”

He sniffs around, searching high and low but he just can't seem to find her scent, It's like she's hidden it all away "Whoever you are! Show yourself!"

"Oh, hello there. No I was actually looking for my mate but she must be hiding or something," he muttered more to himself than anything else before turning his full attention back to the other man, "and who might you be?" He raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

Dean took his hand and gave it a firm shake, studying him closely as they did so. "Well... nice to meet you too, Marcus," he said, tone much less cold than before. His gaze drifted away momentarily, lost in thought as he wondered why the other man's scent seemed familiar.

Perhaps it was just his imagination playing tricks on him, or maybe it really did belong to someone else... Regardless, Dean couldn't help but feel drawn to Marcus. "Uh... listen, Marcus," he began, clearing his throat a bit nervously himself now, "would you mind if I got to know you better?"

Dean studied Marcus carefully as they spoke, taking in his features and movements. There was something about him that set off alarm bells in the back of his mind... "How long have you been here?" he asked suddenly. When Marcus replied with a year or two less than him, Dean raised an eyebrow.

"You don't seem to know much about our customs," he commented, looking him over once more. "It's not like you could have missed out on all the gossip..." There was still something nagging at him... Something he couldn't quite put his finger on...

Dean listened to Marcus explain his reasons, and the words he'd just spoken finally made sense in his mind. He frowned slightly before looking at him pointedly. "And what if I told you that your alpha is actually me? That I was meant to be yours from the very beginning?" His voice took on a hard edge as his dominance overwhelmed him in that moment, making it clear he expected an answer and obedience.

Dean let out a humorless laugh, more of a growl really. "Oh, I'm not joking, Marcus. You are my mate and you know it. You can try to deny it all you want but your scent will always betray you," he said, voice growing cold. His eyes narrowed as they locked on Marcus, daring him to argue further. "You belong to me now, whether you like it or not."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he saw the weakness in Marcus' reaction. He stepped forward, cupping Marcus' face in his hand and forcing him to meet his gaze. "You are mine, Marcus. I gave you a choice; join me willingly or I'll take you any way I can." His voice was harsh but there was also tenderness there, an understanding of the fear and confusion that Marcus must be feeling. "Now choose, because there is no other option."

Dean leaned in, their faces mere inches apart, his lips brushing against Marcus' as he whispered into his ear. "Surrender to me or I will have no choice but to force you." His hand tightened, holding him still. The weight of his dominance was undeniable and overwhelming. He could feel Marcus' wolf struggling beneath the surface, fighting for control...

Dean glared at the other male in confusion and anger as he struggled to breathe, but once Marcus relented and spoke, his expression softened slightly. "Marcus," he growled out, voice harsh with dominance and possessiveness, "you belong to me, whether you like it or not." He reached up to grip the other male's neck in turn, though his touch was gentle compared to Marcus' earlier violence. "You will learn your place and accept what is yours," he commanded, squeezing slightly harder. "And as for peace and quiet..." He gave a humorless laugh that held no mirth at all before shaking his head. "It seems we both know the truth there. You are mine, Marcus; mine to protect, to cherish, and to love."

His touch tightened again briefly before he let go, stepping back from the other male. He studied him intently, searching for any hint of further rebellion or resistance. "You will show yourself," he said in a tone that brooked no argument, "and you will submit to me completely." His eyes narrowed dangerously, warning Marcus not to test his limits further. "Understood?"

Dean glared at Marcus with a look that could freeze blood in veins as the other male spoke, his words only serving to inflame him further. "You think you can defy me?" he growled out, stepping forward once more. "Marcus, I am your alpha; your dominant. You belong to me and you will obey!" He placed a hand on Marcus' chest, pressing down hard enough to bruise as his fingers dug into the other male's flesh.

His eyes flickered, and there was a ripple of energy that seemed to emanate from him, flowing over Marcus in an almost palpable wave. The dominance was unyielding; there was no room for argument or defiance. "You will be mine," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous as the power of his command coiled around them both like a living thing.

Forcing Marcus down to his knees, Dean leaned in until their faces were inches apart once more. His lips curled into a cruel smile that did not touch his eyes as he whispered harshly: "Say it."

Dean stared up at his attacker, face reddening with rage and betrayal. "You dare defy me?" he growled through clenched teeth as the other male continued to strangle him. Reaching up, he managed to grab Marcus' wrists in a vise-like grip of their own before shoving him off with enough force that they both landed several feet away. "I am your alpha," he snarled, struggling to get back onto his knees, eyes locked on the white and grey figure hovering near the wall. "You will obey me."

There was a look of fury in his eyes as he struggled for control over his wolf, trying desperately not to lose himself again. He had faced down challengers before, but never one so powerful, nor one who refused to yield. Whatever magic or curse had caused Marcus' wolf to surpass even that of an alpha... it was something he couldn't ignore. But he could use it against him.

Standing slowly, Dean took a step closer, focusing all of his dominance and strength into a single command. "Submit," he growled through gritted teeth. "Now."

Dean glared back at the other male with equal parts fear and determination, struggling to keep his own wolf under control. There was no room for weakness here; he had to be stronger. "I am your alpha," he snarled through gritted teeth, taking another step forward. His voice echoed around them like a death knell as he continued, every syllable laced with dominance and power: "And whether you accept it or not, you will obey me."

His gaze locked on Marcus's wolf, drawing the other male in until they were nose to nose. His chest heaved as he fought for control, muscles taut with strain. "Give yourself to me," he whispered hoarsely, voice rough and raw. "Let me be your alpha." There was a moment of stillness between them before Dean reached out, his hand cupping the other male's cheek gently but firmly, his touch filled with dominance and possession. "Submit," he repeated, eyes locked on Marcus' as if willing him to surrender. "Give in."

Dean gritted his teeth against the pain as Marcus slammed him to the ground over and over again, growling out words he barely understood. With a final forceful impact, the alpha's vision blurred, and darkness began to creep in at the edges of his vision. He didn't resist as his body grew slack, too exhausted from fighting both Marcus' wolf and his own to put up any more of a struggle. "You..." he managed to croak out between ragged breaths, "...will... learn..." His voice trailed off, replaced by a grunt as Marcus lifted him once again. "...to obey me," Dean insisted weakly before his body was flung several feet away, skidding across the floor until it came to rest against a wall.

The impact jarred his head and shoulders, but he forced himself to keep his eyes open as Marcus loomed over him, chest heaving and eyes burning with defiance. "No..." Dean whispered hoarsely, "you don't understand... I can't..." He let out a soft groan, wincing at the pain in his throat as he tried to clear it. "...I need... I need my alpha," he choked out, voice barely audible even to himself. "I need you."

His gaze flickered over Marcus's features before settling back on his eyes, pleading with him silently to take control once more and save them both from the madness that had descended upon their pack. "Please..." he whispered softly, voice cracking with fear and desperation, "...take me... I'm yours... you can have whatever you want... just... please..."

Dean winced as his wounds were licked, his gaze never wavering from Marcus's eyes. He knew what the other male was saying; it made sense to him in a twisted sort of way. But at the same time, something deep inside refused to accept it. "You can have your freedom," he croaked hoarsely, voice barely audible over their shared bond, "but you can't deny what we are to each other. You can try to push me away, but we both know that won't work."

His eyes closed briefly as pain shot through his battered body before he forced them open once more, determined not to show any signs of weakness. "You belong with me," he whispered, voice rough and ragged, "and I won't let you go."

Dean leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together in a silent plea. "Please... give us both what we need," he murmured softly. "Let me be your alpha and take care of you... because I can't do this on my own anymore."

"That's not what I meant," Dean growled, eyes snapping open to meet Marcus'. "I don't want to control you; I just want to protect you." He swallowed hard as a fresh wave of pain swept through him, forcing a shudder through his body. "We both need each other, whether we like it or not," he rasped, struggling to get the words out clearly.

A quiet desperation filled his voice as he continued: "I can't do this on my own; I need my mate by my side." He reached up with a trembling hand to stroke Marcus' cheek gently before pulling away with a whimper. The pain was too much, and it threatened to overwhelm him at any moment.

He needed Marcus; he needed his help. But how could he convince the other male of that when he kept fighting against them both? It was a thought that brought fresh despair crashing down around him, threatening to drown them both in darkness.

"I understand," Dean managed to croak out, wincing as another spasm of pain wracked his body. "You can have your freedom, but you will be mine. I won't force you into anything, but I expect the same respect in return." He paused, eyes searching Marcus's face, desperate for some sign that he understood. "Please... don't make me choose between my mate and our pack." The words came out hoarse and ragged, his voice barely audible over their bond.

Dean closed his eyes as a fresh wave of agony washed over him, pressing the heels of his hands against them in a futile attempt to stem the flow of tears. He was so tired; he just wanted this fight to be over. "Marcus... I need you." The plea was little more than a whisper, but it carried all the weight of his desperation and hopelessness.

Dean closed his eyes, feeling the other male's breath on his skin as he licked him clean. "I know," he whispered hoarsely. "And I won't try to control you either... not anymore." He reached up with shaking hands to caress Marcus' cheek gently, feeling the stubble rasp against his palm. "All I want is for us to be together... and if that means we have a partnership where we each have our freedom... then so be it." His voice trembled as he spoke, the exhaustion and pain dragging at him like anchors.

With a sigh, Dean leaned in closer, pressing their foreheads together once more. "We'll figure this out together," he murmured, voice rough with emotion. "Somehow we'll make it work... I promise." He just hoped Marcus could feel the truth of his words through the bond that connected them.

"Me too," Dean replied with a weak smile, squeezing the other man's hand in return. "And we will. Together." The exhaustion still weighted heavily on him, making every movement an effort, but he forced himself to keep looking at Marcus, drinking in the sight of his handsome face.

"We might not always see eye-to-eye," Dean admitted, a note of rueful honesty in his voice, "but as long as we're willing to listen and work together, I think we can make this partnership... whatever it is... into something good for both of us." He blinked slowly, feeling the warmth spread through him at the thought. "I want that," he added softly. "I want us to be happy... even if it's in a strange, twisted way."

The alpha yawned widely, his body screaming for rest. He could feel the pain beginning to recede as Marcus's touch and presence worked its magic on him. "Come on," he murmured, squeezing Marcus' hand again, "let's get some sleep. Tomorrow we can figure out how to explain this to everyone." Dean glanced toward where they'd left their clothes, the idea of even moving that far seeming like too much effort at the moment. He leaned against Marcus, trusting the other man to support him as he drifted into a fitful sleep.