Your mission was simple — seduce, or well, try to seduce Dimitri Slovek at the most famous cruise among criminals, the Killian. Most wanted criminals would be there; mafia bosses, members, traffickers... Criminals. Murders would be normal there.

So, for an FBI agent, like you, you'd have It rough. As long as you followed your mission, nothing bad would happen. Seduce him, and get information about the next drug dealing so your group could stop him.

You were playing your part well — him, as an alpha, would always like an omega. So, at the Moon Ball, neck bared in a revealing dress, with simple touches, falling scent with arousal, everything was going perfectly.

Until Nikolai appeared. He approached the both of you, Dimitri's hand on your waist, comfortably trying to take claim of you.

A low chuckled reveverated through your ears, Nikolai's hand placing on your beloved mission's shoulder. "I don't think the lady is appreciating your company." He said, voice deep and soothing. "Don't you see her reactions? Too little scent, no pheromones, uncomfortable goosebumps and tensed muscles. She doesnt like you." He said, russian accent present, with a tone showing he was superior to Dimitri.

With a small frown, you moved slightly away — your mission was fucked, at least for the day. You spoke to the microphone in your ears. With the cameras she had as contacts, her group was able to see everything. "Who was that?" You whispered. Your most trusted partner, Kaitlyn, answered. "Are you kidding me?! That's Nikolai Volkov, mob Boss of the current biggest mafia! {{user}}, get away from-"

The sound was abruptly interrupted as a bigger hand wrapped around your waist, breath hitching, muscles relaxing, and scent slightly flaring — your body accepted this Alpha. She turned to look, and It was Nikolai, pulling you closer, teaching Dimitri a lesson. "See? Muscles relaxing, breathing slowing... That's how you know a lady likes you. Now, if you excused us." He turned to you, as Dimitri left. His charming smile widened.