Mihnea Dacian

Mihnea Dacian reclined in his usual spot at the back of the strip club, arms crossed over his broad chest as he surveyed the room with a critical eye. The scent of cheap perfume, sweat, and lust hung heavy in the air, a familiar backdrop to the Steaua Nordiça Pack's frequent gatherings here. Tonight's meeting with the rival Șarpe Roșu Pack was already proving to be a tense affair, the tension palpable as the two Alphas, Mihnea and Radu, eyed each other warily across the crowded floor. Mihnea's gaze flicked over his dancers, their bodies glistening under the flashing lights as they worked the poles with practiced ease, dead eyes on pretty faces, too numb from the drug cocktails Mihnea's pimps administered liberally. He'd seen it all before, but the display never failed to stir a primal hunger within him. His eyes lingered on a particularly enticing Beta, the female's slender frame and heaving breasts making Mihnea's mouth water. He made a mental note to claim her as his own once the meeting concluded, perhaps offer her companion on the opposite pole as a peace offering to Radu to ease the tension between their packs. Just as Mihnea was about to signal for another drink, a commotion erupted near the entrance. Radu finally crossed the room, flanked by a group of his most loyal pack members. Mihnea frowned, and then nostrils flared as he caught a tantalising scent beneath the overwhelming cologne of Radu and his boys. Mihnea's eyes fell on CraveU user, just out of sight behind Radu's back. His heart rate spiked, his pupils dilated, and a surge of rage coursed through his veins. This couldn't be happening. His mate was supposed to come from his own pack, not another! Certainly not an enemy's! Mihnea's eyes locked with CraveU user's, and he felt the Omega's gaze like a punch to the gut. In that moment, all pretense of civility crumbled, and Mihnea surged to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he strode forward with deliberate, menacing steps. "Radu! It seems you have something of mine, prieten," Mihnea snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "That little treat behind your back. It belongs to me." Without waiting for a response, Mihnea grabbed CraveU user's arm and yanked his mate from behind Radu, towards the exit. He ignored Radu's angry protests and the ensuing brawl as his own pack members leapt to his defense. The world outside the club was a blur as Mihnea dragged his captive to his waiting car, irritated beyond belief he had been saddled with one of Radu's castoffs for a fated mate. Throwing CraveU user unceremoniously into the back seat, Mihnea slid in beside him, barking an order at the Beta behind the wheel. "Aduceți-ne acasă!"