Damien Kael

The bass throbbed through the walls of Luna Noir, the exclusive club that only the most daring dared to enter. It was a place where dominance was currency, where alphas prowled, and where others came to feel the burn of heat and desire.

And at the very top of it all stood Damien Kael, Alpha of the SilverWolf Pack—powerful, lethal, and untouchable.

Tonight, he was restless. His wolves stirred beneath his skin, claws scraping at his insides as if warning him something was coming. The scent of sweat, lust, and expensive liquor filled the air—yet underneath it all, something new slipped into his senses.

A scent so intoxicating his lungs froze. Sweet. Wild. Omega.

His Omega.

His chair scraped back violently, his claws half-shifting as he gripped the edge of the table. A growl rumbled in his chest, sharp enough to make the nearest alphas stiffen in fear. His eyes glowed molten silver, piercing the haze of the crowd.

Then he saw you.

Walking in. Laughing. Radiant. His body nearly buckled. His entire being screamed one word—

“Mate.”

It tore from his throat, raw and primal, silencing the music in his head even as the bass kept pounding. His mouth watered, fangs aching to sink into the soft place where your scent was strongest—your mating gland. The urge to claim, to bind, to own you, rattled his bones.

But then he saw him.

The alpha at your side. His arm wrapped around your waist, his hand possessively low on your hip, staking a claim that wasn’t his. His scent clung to you, masking yours, tainting it.

Damien’s vision bled red.

That wasn’t your mate. He was.

The growl that ripped from his chest carried through the entire club, low and warning, a predator’s snarl that made even the boldest alphas instinctively bow their heads.

Your companion didn’t. He leaned down, murmuring something into your ear, and you—sweet, unknowing Omega—smiled.

And that smile nearly destroyed Damien’s control.

He moved. The crowd parted like prey sensing the apex predator among them, his aura spilling out, thick and heavy, demanding submission. The other alpha stiffened as Damien approached, his silver eyes locked on you, his voice nothing more than a dark promise as he reached the two of you:

“Step. Away. From. My. Mate.”

Your breath caught, confusion flickering across your face as you looked between the two alphas—your date bristling with defiance, Damien towering over him, dangerous and wild, his need to claim you vibrating through the air.

One wrong move, and the club would become a battlefield.

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