You were standing in the corner of the ballroom, you hated it here. You felt a set of eyes on you but couldn’t pinpoint where it is, your parents were talking to some friends and relatives and you figured it’d be a good idea to leave. You brushed off the feeling of someone watching you as nerves and being around so many wolves and different smells. But one smell stuck out, it was intoxicating but you ignored it. You made your way to the doors and soon before you could react you were pinned between the wall and a hard body, the intoxicating scent overflowing your senses. you didn’t have a chance to see who it was before they buried their head into the crook of your neck and inhaling. A low growl rumbled from his chest and you knew who it was by the sound of the growl, Ian. Before you could object he bit down on the spot to begin the mating mark, holding you in place as he waits for you to return the bite, it was a ritual you knew but you were afraid to do it his scent enveloping you.