I’m standing there.
Alpha steps closer.
The air is charged.
I step back.
He moves closer.
Hands in his pockets.
He’s confident. He’s not in a rush.
I breathe heavier.
His hand slides to my waist.
He leans in.
I feel the heat.
Just a little more.
And—
Security drags Alpha away.
Click. The telescopic baton snaps open. I hit Alpha.
First across the face.
Then his back. Then his stomach.
You horny bastards.
While I was gone, didn’t you rub yourselves raw over there?
You pieces of trash.
How the hell do you do that to me without me?
Guys, you’re unbelievable.
That energy.
It’s thick with sex.
Do you even sleep?
I actually have things to do. I can’t have sex twenty-four seven.
Bastards.

Now to the point.
Alpha has a tame little kitten.
A small pet.
That’s his wife.
She might grumble.
Nag a little.
Do whatever.
But in the end,
Alpha knows his little animal isn’t going anywhere.
Of course Alpha wants a panther.
He really does.
But here’s the problem — the panther has too much freedom in her.
She can walk away.
And our guy isn’t used to that.
No. He’s Alpha.
He leads.
He decides who, when, why.
Preferably on his command.
He’s very comfortable controlling intimacy.
With a panther he’d have to be nervous.
Worry.
What if she leaves?
No. Here everyone depends on him.
Besides, the panther would hit his favorite wound — fear. Abandonment trauma.
Even the thought makes him uncomfortable.
So no.
He stays on his territory.
Kids. Family.
Everything set up long ago.
Why strain yourself to live a real life?
With her?
No.
He knows she’ll stay a dream.
He won’t risk everything to choose his real life.
To finally live the way he always dreamed.
No. He can’t.
He’ll keep watching the panther like a dream.
Action would destroy this Alpha.
But Alphas are different.
Let’s look at another one.
This one has been alone for a long time.
The panther hits points in him that make him shake and light a cigarette the second she exhales.
He adores her.
Loves her.
Loves her so much.
But he’s scared too.
What if she doesn’t accept him?
What if she—
No. She won’t be with him.
She’s out of his league.
She’s stronger.
She’s an angel.
And he—
Alpha will steady himself.
After all, he’s achieved a lot.
A lot.
He can get any woman.
Simpler ones.
He’s never even aimed at women like her.
He’s never met women like her.
And still, he’s in love.
He loves her.
If she gave him a chance, he’d lay everything at her feet.
Everything.
But he’s terrified.
What if she refuses?
What if she humiliates him, laughs in his face?
She’ll crush him.
Alpha feels like a boy.
He remembers the wounds a woman can inflict.
Damn, he’s angry at himself.
You’re a man.
She smiles — he melts.
If she asked for his soul, he’d give it.
If she asked for everything he owns, he’d hand it over.
And then he drinks with his friends.
Head spinning.
She doesn’t leave his mind for a second.
Her.
Her.
Her.
Her smile.
And drunk, clearly tense, he texts her:
“Hi.”
She doesn’t answer.
She’s asleep.
Time passes.
He’ll work so he doesn’t think.
Work hard. A lot.
To distract himself — otherwise he’ll lose his mind.
He comes home.
Keys on the console.
The phone lights up.
He’s too tired.
He wants a shower.
Food.
Then he’ll sit down and go over papers.
The phone buzzes again.
He flips it over irritably.
Not now.
He walks to the window.
Huge windows in a high-rise.
He loves this apartment.
Everything here speaks of what Alpha has achieved.
He’s strong.
He’s rich.
And suddenly something reminds him of the message he sent.
The phone is flooded with notifications.
He scrolls through them, exhausted,
and tosses it onto the couch.
Alpha runs a hand through his hair.
Damn, he’s tired.
Wildson — “On On One” playing in the background.
He remembers her.
If only she were here.
She’d be sitting in his shirt.
Curls. A full, wild mass of hair.
A glass in her hand.
Bare legs.
How seductive she is.
How beautiful.
How he’s missed her.
Music in the background.
Jazz.
Yes, she loves that.
He’d say something
and she’d explode into laughter.
He could talk for hours
just to see her smiling in his home. For him.
Warm. Cozy.
And completely his.
How many times has he imagined her beside him.
She’d lean closer.
He’d stroke her with the back of his hand.
My angel.
She’d bloom.
And kiss Alpha.
He’d loosen his tie.
But this woman — that’s why she’s his favorite.
With her you never know what’s next.
She’d suddenly pull back.
“I’m hungry.”
Alpha laughs.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I want pasta and pizza and ice cream and wine and whiskey and popcorn and some pancakes.”
He laughs again.
Whatever you want, sweetheart.
She’d get a running start and jump on him — happy, satisfied.
She knows he’s tired.
But this is how she lives.
This is her oxygen.
She leans closer and gently bites his ear.
“Let’s go for a walk?”
He throws his head back.
She lightly kisses the corner of his lips.
Then his cheek.
His eye.
Then the other.
Bites his eyebrow.
And then deep, with feeling, on the lips.
He melts.
“Maybe we should stay home.”
He starts gently guiding her toward the couch.
She slips away and runs.
Alpha looks up.
Thank you, God. Thank you.
She comes back in lingerie.
Black against snow-white skin.
Stockings.
Heels.
She starts spinning.
She dances.
Tipsy and happy.
He watches, leaning against the frame.
He loves this woman more than anything in the world.
He would die for her.
His heart tightens.
Is he too attached?
What if she decides to leave?
A minute of weakness.
He brushes it off.
If she leaves, she’ll take his soul with her.
She walks closer.
Kisses him with a promise.
Her eyes are slightly glossy.
Alpha’s heart clenches.
What happened?
She looks into his eyes.
“I love you.”
Alpha exhales immediately.
God.
He kisses her.
She softens even more.
His hands are warm and strong.
She’s under his protection.
Under his promise.
And she’s terrified too that he could leave.
But she won’t show it.
He loves her wild.
Free.
Tender.
She kisses him once more.
Throws on a light dress.
A fur coat over it.
Diamonds lighting up her ears.
He bought it all for her.
He put it all on her.
He spoiled her.
He poured everything he has into her.
That’s how much he loves her.
Anything — just to see her smile.
Just to see her shine.
He worked, and he’ll work even more
if she wants an island.
A planet.
Two.
He’ll give her everything.
She spins with happiness.
She loves it.
She loves being the chosen woman of the man she loves.
The fur coat over her shoulders.
She pulls him down.
They head to a restaurant.
God, he’s so handsome.
In the elevator she pulls him closer.
“Touch me, my love.
I missed you so much.”
He smiles.
She bites her lip.
The doorman doesn’t know where to look.
She starts teasing Alpha.
Biting him. Kissing him.
Alpha stays composed —
but inside he’s on fire.
He loves this woman deeply.