Sitting in a dark corner of a bar, above the normal floor level in the VIP room, on a red high chair, stood Marcos, watching the movements of people from below.
His gaze darkened, and his face was blank.
His eyes glazed with thoughts as he tried to shake the restlessness in his heart.
A frown sat on his brow as he tried to settle the giddiness.
His eyes flashed a series of colours, his muscles twitching, trying to get him to move.
Adrenaline pumped into his veins ceaselessly as he sat. The more he tried to overcome it, the harder it came.
A groan escaped his lips, forcing him to his feet. His once static expression was now shattered and in place, anger and frustration.
His hands found a way to his head, creating a pattern as he ran them through his hair repeatedly.
The gentle stomps of his heavy footsteps echoed in his sensitive ears as he paced to and fro in the room.
The erratic beatings of his heart now clouded his ears and senses, which he had failed to notice when his beta walked in.
A tap on his left shoulder pulled him out of his head and caught him off guard.
A growl escaped his lips and a swipe of his sharp claws followed.
A painful howl escaped the person, and a little satisfied smirk appeared before it disappeared.
When he saw his beta nursing his left arm, he pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Kaiden?"
The name of his beta flew out of his mouth in worry, but none of it was written on his face.
"It's fine. I shouldn't have touched you at all, especially not when you just fought with Damien. " His beta, Kaiden, said, looking down.
"No, that is not what it is. That should not have happened. It was an accident. I just feel...restless and I don't know why. " Marcos replied, hesitating, his frown growing deeper as his lips were pressed in more.
His eyes glazed once more, his heart yearning to leave and be anywhere but here.
He felt his bones aching and the need to shift more present than before.
His gums ached, and he felt his fangs growing and tingling.
Kaiden watched his alpha carefully, his eyes growing wide when the realisation hit him and he knew what was going on.
"Alpha?" he called tentatively, his voice wavering slightly.
"Marcos." He called again, this time gulping when the other (Marcos) snapped his head his way.
He took another gulp, noticing Marcos' red eyes, tainted with a golden hue.
"I think I know what is happening and you should leave now before you lose control."
"You think I don't know that?" Marcos growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Kaisen whimpered in fear, swallowing the thick bile that had formed in his throat.
He glared at his beta before settling his gaze at the exit. The unsettling feeling washed in once more.
A huff escaped Marcos' lips, and he turned to glare at the door, his feet moving on their own.
His nose flared as he took a deep breath in, different scents all assaulting his nose at the same time.
He could smell the sweat coming off the bodies dancing around; he could smell the arousal of those below.
He smelt the fear, anxiety, and even nervousness of those around him. Nothing escaped his nose at this point.
The unique scents they all carried were also a factor in making him slightly dizzy, but a particular scent stood out.
It was a sweet, fresh smell, combined with pastries and cookies.
The scent was so inviting, it made him giddy all over.
It pulled him in, drawing him into the source of the scent.
His feet had a mind of their own, and his heart shook a little when the scent seemed to be fading.
Marcos felt his heart tightening the closer he got to the bar's entrance; it felt like a hundred years and he still had not reached the exit.
He quickened his pace, shoving and pushing anyone who stood in his way to the entrance.
"Move."
He ordered, physically shoving a lady to the side, not pausing in his actions.
A forced push at the door and he
was at the back of the bar in an alley.
He raked his hair with his hands, turning and snapping his head on both sides to find the source of the scent.
His heart beat wildly, and adrenaline pumped into his bloodstream once more.
His feet were moving here and there, his nose flaring as he searched, tugging at his necktie, which had been replaced earlier.
He unfastened the buttons on his suit, his hands finding his hair once more and tugging at it.
He lost it, or she or he, or whatever brought that amazing scent that drove him mad.
"Fuck." He cussed, kicking at a trashcan.
He felt his wolf whimpering in loss, and anger boiling in his veins for not acting quickly enough.
Placing an arm on his head, he slouched on a nearby wall, his breath coming out in puffs.
He took a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply through his nose, and continued for a few minutes.
Then he breathed it in...that scent.
That same scent drove him insane and kept him on the edge of his seat.
That wonderful scent that made his heart thump a thousand times at the same time, skipping a beat.
He bounced off the wall, almost colliding with a trash can beside him with how fast he moved.
His legs were moving so fast, he guessed he was using his supernatural powers.
His eyes clouded once more, and his heart rang in his ears as nervousness crept in.
With each step he took, he got closer to whatever made this scent.
He burst out into an almost empty street, his head moving and his eyes scanning till they landed on a moving silhouette.
He walked closer to the figure, and upon nearing the figure, he discovered it was a female.
The scent hit him once more, and this time his heart screamed with the same word it had been repeating.
"Mate."
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