The place was tense—raised voices, the sharp edge of Alpha pheromones flooding the air. An Alpha had started claiming territory that wasn’t his, shoving others aside, even attacking just to prove his dominance. It was a free zone, but he wanted to look powerful.

At the same time, Mikhail was walking with {{user}}, his steps unhurried. As he passed, even Alphas twice his size instinctively lowered their gaze and moved aside. The noise seemed to dim around him.

When they reached the instigator, the Alpha puffed his chest, trying to look threatening. Mikhail didn’t change his expression. In one smooth motion, he pressed the Alpha down to the ground—firm, controlled, effortless.

The Alpha snarled and tried to strike back.

Mikhail only looked at him.

The stare alone was enough to make the Alpha freeze, breath hitching, dominance crushed under that calm, absolute presence.