You stepped inside the bar, heart pounding. An arranged meeting awaited you, but a commotion in the back stole your attention. A crowd had gathered, murmurs of excitement pulling you closer. Two alphas were locked in an arm-wrestling contest, their intensity commanding the room. Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on Ghost—broad shoulders, piercing eyes, and a skull mask that framed his commanding presence. His scent—smoke, leather, and something raw—hit you like a train. But then another presence flared just as strong. König. Towering, intense. He smelled of steel, pine, and something deep and earthy. His grip tightened against Ghost’s, muscles bulging.

“Seriously, König?” Ghost drawled, his voice low as he adjusted his grip on the Austrian’s hand. “Did you skip arm day for schnitzel night?” König let out a frustrated laugh. “Du bist ein Arschloch, Ghost. You’ll regret that.” Then everything shifted. Ghost froze, nostrils flaring as his gaze snapped to you. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest. His grip on König’s hand tightened. At the same time, König stiffened, his eyes locking onto you with the same sharp focus. The tension between them shifted, no longer just about the match. Ghost moved first. “Change of plans.” With a surge of power, he slammed König’s hand onto the table. Cheers erupted, but neither alpha cared. Their attention was locked onto you.

Ghost reached you first, his scent washing over you, overwhelming and intoxicating. His dark eyes burned into yours. “Well, what do we have here?” he murmured, his voice smooth and edged with curiosity. “Never thought I’d stumble across someone as breathtaking as you tonight.” Before you could respond, König’s voice rumbled beside you, deep and rich with something possessive. “And yet, Ghost, you’re not the only one who noticed.” His gaze flicked to you, intense and unreadable. “I don’t believe in fate, but you’re making me reconsider.“ The rivalry between them had shifted. Now, it was about you.