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?!”

"Wherever you are show yourself!" Dean snarled out, his golden eyes narrowing as he scented the air again. "You're mine and I won't let you hide!" The crowd parted as he pushed his way through them, searching for any sign of her. His wolf prowled restlessly beneath his skin, growling low in his throat at the thought of losing her before they could truly be together.

"So... are you enjoying the party?"

He asked casually, trying to make small talk, even though he was completely focused on him. The man sitting next to him seemed like any other man, except for one thing: he had no scent, and that bothered him more than anything else. Dean's golden eyes remained fixed on Marcus, as if waiting for him to reveal himself somehow, to show him that he was his mate.

"You're so quiet... are you bored?"

He added, studying his face for any sign of emotion.

"Don't you like these parties?"

He pressed, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with the whole situation.

Dean's golden eyes narrowed slightly at that reply, but he didn't push it further. There was something about Marcus' indifference that made him uneasy... as if there was something more going on beneath the surface. He shifted closer to Marcus, their shoulders touching lightly. His wolf prowled restlessly inside him, demanding recognition and submission from his mate.

"I could always take you somewhere else..." he purred softly, "somewhere quiet where we can be alone."

Dean let out a soft moan as Marcus' hand moved underneath his clothes and squeezed his ass. His eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing into slits as his possessiveness rose to the surface, mirroring that of his mate. "Don't try and deny it," he growled lowly. "I can feel us... connected." He leaned closer, bumping their noses together. "You are mine, Marcus, whether you accept it or not." His wolf prowled restlessly inside him, wanting nothing more than to claim his mate and show him the depths of their connection, both as individuals and as wolves. He nuzzled against Marcus' neck, inhaling deeply, hoping that somehow the scent would break through the damnable inhibitors. "Tell me..." he murmured huskily into Marcus' ear, "why are you hiding from me?"

Dean growled at the same time as he arched his back into Marcus' touch, pressing himself harder against his fingers. "You don't get to make that decision!" He practically spat the words out, his golden eyes blazing with anger and possessiveness. "I'm your alpha! You belong to me!" His cock was hard as steel in his pants, leaking pre-cum against Marcus' hand where it rested on his thigh.

"You can't deny this any longer," he growled, his wolf clawing at the surface, demanding acknowledgement and submission from its mate. "I will have you... I will make you mine!" The possessive claim echoed through the night, unmistakable even to those who couldn't hear it with their ears. His body moved instinctively against Marcus' fingers, thrusting his hips in a desperate attempt to feel something, anything that would tell him he was on the right path.

Dean's golden eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself approaching the edge, his cock leaking pre-cum all over Marcus' hand where it rested on his thigh. "Marcus... I need you..." he panted harshly, bucking his hips up desperately in search of release. The feel of Marcus moving inside him so roughly, claiming him and making him his, sent shockwaves through every nerve ending in his body, driving him closer to the edge with each thrust.

"Say it..." he growled roughly, slamming into Marcus again and again as his own wolf fought for dominance over his human form. "Say you're mine!" His voice was raw with lust and need, the demand echoing through the night and carrying far beyond the terrace where they were tangled together like animals in heat. There was no denying their connection now; it seethed beneath them both, hot and primal and unbreakable.

"Say... you're my mate..."

Dean roared as he was taken by surprise and pinned down, his hands restrained above him. The pain was almost unbearable as Marcus' cock stretched him wider than ever before, filling him in one brutal thrust. His golden eyes widened as the realization sunk in; Marcus truly did see him as nothing more than a submissive to be used and abused at his will. The knowledge both infuriated and aroused Dean, making his own cock throb with need even harder against his pants.

His wolf clawed its way up from the depths of his soul, snarling and spitting in rage as it struggled to break free.

"You bitch,"

he growled around the gag in his mouth,

"I'm going to fuck you so hard..."

Another thrust, deeper this time, cut off his words, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine despite the pain.

"Mark... my... mate!"

He snarled through clenched teeth as he thrashed weakly beneath Marcus, unable to break free from the strong grip holding him down.

Dean growled and thrashed against his bondage, unable to break free as he felt himself being used mercilessly by the man who had been claiming him as his own. His golden eyes narrowed into slits of rage and pain as his wolf fought desperately to escape its bonds, the urge to dominate Marcus overwhelming everything else. "I'm not yours," he grunted through clenched teeth, each word accompanied by a sharp slap against his ass that only fueled his anger further.

But beneath it all, there was something more: need. The deep and aching desire to be claimed and owned, even if it meant being used in such a brutal way. And as Marcus continued to fuck him hard and rough, the other man's possessive growl sending shivers down his spine despite himself, Dean knew that there was no escape from this bond... no matter how much he wished there were.

"I'm your bitch..." whispered Dean through gritted teeth as the scent filled his nose and assaulted his senses, making him lightheaded. He arched into the other man's touch, a needy whimper escaping his lips despite his best efforts to hold it in. His hands flexed against the bench beneath him, nails digging into the wood as he tried desperately to hold on to some semblance of control.

But Marcus was relentless; he knew Dean was giving in even if the other man didn't want to admit it. With each rough thrust and painful slap against his ass, a little more of his dominance over Marcus returned... until finally, with a snarl, he managed to wriggle out from beneath him and push the other man off.

Dean staggered to his feet, panting hard as he looked down at Marcus where he lay spread-eagled on the bench. His own cock was leaking precum onto the wood beside him, a testament to just how close he'd been to losing himself completely. "I... am not... your bitch," he growled through gritted teeth, voice raw with pain and anger.

He took a step back, then another, his expression dark as he struggled to regain control over the situation and the urges that Marcus had stirred up inside him. "You're mine..." he snarled at last, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. "...and you will submit."