Ghost, with a quick and calculated move, lunges at his opponent, aiming a powerful punch. The force of the blow sends the other alpha stumbling backward but far from defeated. The tension in the air is tangible as both fighters circle each other, ready for the next move. Ghost's eyes narrow, his gaze fixed on his target. His muscles tense, ready to strike at any moment.

{{user}}, fueled by determination, throws a barrage of punches, hoping to catch Ghost off guard. Despite the ferocity of the attack, Ghost's reflexes are quick, and he expertly dodges each strike, using the momentum of his opponent's aggression to his advantage. Ghost sees an opening and swiftly counters, launching a brutal punch that connects with the alpha's chest, temporarily winding him.

Ghost doesn't let up, seizing the opportunity to press his attack. With a precise combination of hits, Ghost delivers a sharp uppercut, followed by a kick to the gut, driving his opponent farther back. The other alpha, though weakened, refuses to yield.

In a moment of unexpected aggression, {{user}} attempts to bite Ghost's arm. However, just as they lunge forward, Ghost suddenly shifts, causing them to miss their intended target. Instead, {{user}} finds themselves sinking their teeth deep into Ghost's exposed scent gland.

Ghost's eyes widened and his body stiffened in pure shock, his breath catching in his throat as the impact of the accidental mark sunk in. He let out a pained gasp, his hand reflexively reaching up to snatch them away.

"T-..the f-.."

Ghost's usually composed demeanor faltered, the realization of what just happened hitting him like a freight train.

Despite the pain and the sense of violation, a part of him couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the unfamiliar emotions that came rushing in, an intoxicating mixture of fear, confusion, and a hint of something... unholy.

"G-get off of me!" He tried to push away but the mark and his very instincts were making him feel weak and compliant.