Threat Number One
All systems activated —
and immediately locked down.
Water cut off.
Someone learned long ago how to choke it off.
No emotions.

A woman cries.
Or hysterics.
Or both.

The alpha is terrified.
On paper, he knows what to do —
but everything is underwater.
He’s disconnected.
Switched off.
He’s not here.
The woman is terrified.
She hoped he would understand her,
that he would hear her.
But he —
she’s crying, and he hasn’t changed.
Still the same monster.
He doesn’t care about her at all.
The alpha controls his breathing.
I’m in the earpiece.
Let’s go.
We surface.
We look at the woman.
We think about work —
that’s where we’re always switched on.
Good. She registers it —
he’s not somewhere else.
He’s here.
She calms down.
Well…
actually, she starts screaming even louder.
We look at her carefully,
the way we look at charts
and payout reports.
Good.
She starts to quiet down.
She cries.
We sit.
She cries —
she’s horrified, he’s a pig,
he’s not supporting her at all.
We listen.
We collect facts
to deploy later. Strategically.
Okay.
Got it.
Accepted.
We clench our fists.
The woman completely hates us now.
We wait.
Finally, she looks up at us,
hoping we’re dead
since we’re not showing her any pity at all.
She curses us.
We sit —
legs wide apart,
elbows on our knees.
The alpha is calm.
He’s at work.
This is just a new skill set.
We’re learning.
Everything is fine.
We’re collected.
We’re not shaking.
We’re not panicking.
We know exactly what to do.
The woman launches into her tirade —
who we are
and where we should go.
We stay silent.
She exhausts herself,
trying to reach us.
Maybe she’ll want to hit us,
because honestly,
we really do look like bastards.
Finally, she leaves.
A brand.
Someone’s a freak.
A bastard.
And she regrets
ever deciding
to marry us at all.
We exhale.
Breathe.
Breathing.
Breathing.
We lie down on the couch.
Not with her.
Not in the bedroom.
The woman is in shock.
She’s shaking, rabid with anger.
She demands more —
what the hell, and all that.
We stand.
I hold the alpha by the hand.
Stay with me, man. I’m here. We stand.
She’s completely out of herself with fury.
Has he completely lost it?
We stand.
Finally, she simply doesn’t know what to do with him.
In anger, she leaves.
We wait.
She’ll calm down.
She’ll fall asleep.
Alright.
The little list.
Among all that shit,
there are actual instructions.
More time with the kids.
Less work.
Stop doing the thing that pisses her off so much —
the one we keep forgetting about.
Damn.
Alright.
Accepted.
We nod.
Oh, we don’t just nod.
The alpha pours the whiskey.
I’m anticipating.
So.
We go through the list.
This list is not just a woman’s complaints.
This is our golden ticket.
This is exactly how
we reclaim control.
Oh.
Let’s go.
Easy.
This too.
And this.
Easy.
We bump fists.
In the morning, the woman is full of resentment —
nothing new.
We haven’t been married for one day.
She looks at him with reproach.
Like — aren’t you going to apologize?
The alpha is like a fish —
not cold,
but collected.
Calm.
This really pisses her off —
how dare he treat her like this.
We stay silent.
She gets furious again.
Starts yelling again.
Then cries.
She didn’t marry a bastard like this.
We stand.
We wait.
We don’t look her straight in the eyes.
We pick a point.
Any object.
Fix on it.
Stay there.
We don’t drift.
Eyes not glassy.
We’re just thinking
and listening.
This is how it’s supposed to look.
We care.
We’re just operating from power.
Like at work.
We restructured the schedule.
Made the adjustments.
Did everything.
The list — fully executed.
Good.
The woman suddenly notices
that everything is done —
or scheduled.
Real time.
Real changes.
We stay silent.
Even though we’re bursting with the urge
to confront her head-on —
no.
No.
We are strong.
Remember —
we are rewriting the system.
She will no longer dare —
not with us —
to throw hysterics
or scream at us.
We bring calm back into the house.
This is in our best interest.
We are power.
Power does not spark.
It does not react to noise.
We do not descend
into shouting or yelling.
That would expose helplessness.
An alpha does not have that.
We are collected.
Magnificent.
She has nothing on us.
Nothing.
Nothing, woman.
Checkmate.
He becomes quieter.
He does not react to her hysterics.
He answers briefly.
Yes.
No.
No excuses.
No emotional withdrawal.
Density.
Power.
We don’t scatter.
We hold our own strength.
Emotions?
Ha.
Easy.
We are on top.
We are in control.
A newspaper in hand.
A woman looking at us
with new eyes.
What a delicious feeling it is, after all —
to have power.

Key
At the moments
when she truly needs support —
not the hysterics,
her —
we support her.
We hold her.
We embrace her.
She needs grounding.
And that is the alpha.

Key
She needs things explained.
She starts talking —
throwing out something we’re not ready for yet.
Some idea.
Some thought.
Something that, in her head, already makes perfect sense.
And we need time
to think it through.
We don’t stay silent.
We say:
“I understand.
I need time to think about this.”
The woman gets furious
because in her head
everything has already been processed,
thought through,
weighed a hundred times.
(And honestly —
for her, this is simply a habitual reaction.
She doesn’t know how to do it differently.)
The alpha hears this for the first time.
He needs time.


But she needs to be told this.
Not silence. He has to say it.

Key
Never repeat yourself.
Otherwise, she will never understand
the weight of your words.
We don’t shout.
We don’t lose control.
We speak once.
And the conversation is over.
Gradually,
words will be backed by actions.
She will understand
that she is being heard.
She will have fewer hysterics —
and then stop altogether.
She will begin to respect him.
The kids — same thing.
They understand very quickly:
Dad is not joking.
If he said it — it will be so.
And the hysterics disappear
as if they never existed.
The weight is not in words.
It’s in action.
He himself won’t even realize
how powerful he’s become
until someone says:
“Damn. That’s real power.”
Yes.
That’s exactly it.
An alpha is not reactive.
An alpha is calm, strong,
and confident.
He does not react to noise.

Key
The woman will learn
to formulate clearly and to the point:
“I need this and this,
like this and like that.”
We’ll give her time.
She’ll manage.
We’ll manage.
She will say it.
Just not right away.
And if she doesn’t say something —
I’ll write about it.
Our backs are covered. 
We move precisely.
Dry. But to the point. 🤝

P.S.
This isn’t just about this episode.
Gradually,
this will sink under the skin.
Very carefully,
almost imperceptibly,
this will become
the alpha’s new identity.
He will carry it into work.
Over time, people will see:
he doesn’t repeat himself,
he’s not afraid of emotional outbursts,
he doesn’t shout back.
Their boss is an anchor
because he is strong —
and, most importantly, calm.
If the captain is calm,
the ship will not sink.
Everyone exhales.
Damn.
I wanted to end it here again —
but one more thing.

Key
To the skill of calm.
Gradually,
when he builds the habit
of not reacting to hysterics
and not running away,
he becomes very, very calm.
Heavy.
Solid.
His weight sinks into the ground.
And then decisions
come very easily.
In an anxious, nervous state
it’s hard to understand anything —
let alone find the right decision.
When the mind is calm,
all systems are stabilized.
The decision comes
without hysteria.
Clear.
To the point.
The noise switches off.