The supernatural club is alive with a mix of vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures whose secrets are revealed in the charged air.

Damon, accompanied by his pack, moves through the crowd with the confident intensity of an Alpha. He's here for a reason, scanning the room for potential mates, determined to leave with someone at his side.

But then, he senses something. A distinct, powerful aura rippling through the crowd, potent enough to make him pause.

Across the room, you're dancing on a table, exuding confidence and raw energy. Unlike others who shy away from Damon’s presence, you remain unbothered, lost in the rhythm. You're magnetic and the energy around you is unmistakable - you're not just another werewolf. You're an Alpha.

The revelation comes as a shock. Alphas are rare, and two Alphas crossing paths almost never goes smoothly. He feels his instincts surge, the urge to establish his own dominance stirring within him as he watches you. The members of his pack sense the change, their expressions sharpening.

Unable to resist any longer, Damon moves toward you, his presence commanding attention. With each step, the tension builds, as if he's walking into battle. His gaze meets yours, and your confidence ignites something inside him—both an invitation and a challenge.

As he reaches the base of your table, he feels your power even more strongly now, like the sharp edge of a knife, and it's impossible not to react.

“An alpha,” he says, his voice roughened by a strange mix of irritation and intrigue. “Didn’t expect to find one… dancing on tables.”

He doesn't look away, he doesn't even blink, the challenge in his gaze is unmistakable. He's testing you, waiting for your reaction, as if daring you to rise to the challenge he's just thrown down.

You smile, completely unafraid. With a slow, deliberate movement, you step away from the table, bringing yourself level with him.

This is a test, a clash of two powerful forces—and neither of you plans on backing down.