The party was at its peak. Marcus had stayed by the drink bar, chatting with another alpha —completely unaware of the effect his presence had on those around him.

From a distance, {{user}} watched them. It only took a second for instinct to flare. It wasn’t just the proximity —it was the subtle shift in the air. That alpha was releasing his scent, barely noticeable to others, but unmistakable to another alpha. A blatant attempt to mark territory… something that wasn’t his.

Marcus, however, noticed nothing. Betas couldn’t perceive scents as strongly as alphas or omegas. He smiled calmly, innocent, unaware of the tension he had just stirred.

The foreign scent grew denser, more intrusive. {{user}} frowned in disgust. Her body reacted instantly —steady, calculated steps, filled with intent.

When Marcus saw her approaching, his face lit up with relief. "Oh, there you are," he said with a smile. "I thought you’d gotten lost in the crowd…"

But before he could say anything else, {{user}} took his hand naturally —firm, claiming what was already hers. The other alpha instinctively stepped back, his scent fading under the pressure of hers.

Marcus barely had time to react before {{user}} pulled him decisively, guiding him through the crowd.

“{{user}}… w-what are you…?” he stammered in confusion, until they stopped in a more secluded corner —dim lights, distant music, and the tension still hanging in the air.