Alpha takes a girl to a restaurant.
She spent almost two hours getting ready.
She’s happy.
It was like that for Cinderella.
It was like that for the Little Mermaid.
It was like that for Sleeping Beauty.
Finally.
She likes him so much.
And finally he invited her to a restaurant.
Alpha is going to pick her up in his luxurious BMW.
She thinks he looks even more handsome in the BMW than usual.
While they’re driving,
Alpha is behind the wheel.
Alpha is driving and thinking about something important.
Like why the hell his ass suddenly started itching.
The princess, meanwhile, is thinking:
Oh wow… he drives so well.
He’s so successful.
So strong.
In short, the princess is sure the prince has finally found her.
Alpha lets her go first and opens the door for her.
The princess is thrilled.
Oh, how polite he is.
How attentive.
Alpha is thinking that if she hurries they might still manage to order the meat.
The whole evening she talks.
And talks.
And keeps talking.
She’s fascinated by him.
She can’t believe he invited her.
Alpha nods from time to time and subtly adjusts his position
to maintain optimal visual access to her boobs.
“So what do you think?”
Alpha wasn’t listening to a single word she said.
Not one.
“Uh… I don’t know.”
She squeals.
He’s so thoughtful.
So sweet.
Oh, what a prince he is.
Alpha looks around out of boredom.
Maybe someone will start a fight.
Or reject a marriage proposal.
Something.
But everything is calm and proper.
So he has to turn his attention back to her.
She’s glowing.
She’s happy.
Finally the food arrives.
Alpha is desperately waiting for the food.
If her mouth is busy chewing, it might finally stop talking.
He’s already pretty tired.
He’d really like to get to the point.
But he still has to play along a little longer.
She eats, but still keeps telling him something.
She’s worried he’s not interested.
She’s afraid the prince might not fall in love with her.
She’s starting to panic.
She pretends she understands “guy stuff.”
She asks him about his work.
Alpha leans back in his chair, completely relaxed.
If she actually paid attention, she’d see how little he cares.
But she doesn’t see it.
She’s enchanted.
In her head, he’s the prince.
Alpha mutters something about work
just so she’ll finally leave him alone.
Then comes the wine.
Alpha stays on alert.
He’s here with a very specific purpose.
He’s not drunk on wine.
And not on her presence either.
He’s composed.
He’s in control.
The princess, on the other hand, is completely in love.
She’s already sure they’ll have a big family
and spend holidays visiting her parents.
She gets up to go to the restroom.
She smiles.
Alpha pretends he’s happy too.
As she walks away, he watches her ass.
Alpha is pleased.
Perfect.
That’s exactly what he needs.
Finally she disappears into the restroom.
Alpha exhales.
Finally, a moment to breathe.
He pulls out his phone.
Opens some random nonsense on it.
Scrolls through the news.
Anything to keep his brain busy
and fight the boredom.
It’s terribly boring.
He’s bored.
Alpha loves the thrill.
And here everything is gray and dull.
His blood isn’t boiling.
The princess doesn’t excite him that much.
But for the night, she’ll do.
Meanwhile, in the restroom, the princess calls her friend.
She wants to tell her how amazing he is
and that dinner will be over soon
and she’s planning to go to his place.
Her friend warns her
that she probably shouldn’t sleep with him so quickly.
But the princess isn’t thinking about sex.
She’s thinking about love.
She believes.
She grew up on Disney princess stories.
And there were no bastards like this there.
No, no.
He’s a good man.
He wouldn’t do that to her.
She fixes her lipstick
and goes back to him.
He reluctantly puts his phone away.
Anyone with some life experience would notice immediately
how selfish he is.
How little he actually cares about her.
But how is she supposed to see that?
She’s not a man.
She doesn’t think in terms of tactics and analysis.
Alpha was raised by wolves.
Hold your defense.
Never show emotion.
Keep your armor on, even around your own people,
so no one can hit you while you’re distracted.
Alpha isn’t used to letting go of control.
He’s sober.
Focused.
Even as a kid he used to laugh at girls.
Romance.
What nonsense.
He’s a man.
Pink is for chicks.
He’s Alpha.
He doesn’t wear that soft crap.
He doesn’t cry.
He doesn’t melt.
His father taught him very clearly:
Just don’t get caught.
And everything will be fine.
Respect her feelings?
Alpha almost laughs.
What feelings?
Everyone understands what this is about.
We’re here for business.
But the princess doesn’t know that.
For her, this is love.
He is love.
Finally — the apartment.
He lazily opens the door.
She squeals at how amazing his place is.
Alpha already knows that.
After all, he’s the one paying for all of it.
He’s bored again.
The sooner the sex happens, the sooner they can call it a night.
Alpha starts seducing her.
She waves him off.
“Oh no… I’m not that kind of girl.”
That annoys Alpha a little,
but if he wants what he came for,
he’ll play along a bit longer.
She sits down on the couch
and starts telling him something.
Alpha goes to get a drink.
His head is already pounding.
When will she finally shut up?
A couple of gulps
and he starts kissing her again.
She slowly begins to give in.
After all, she likes him so much.
She believes him.
Alpha finally exhales.
Access granted.
No need to hold back anymore.
He becomes more assertive.
More selfish.
He’s had enough of all this.
He had to tolerate her the whole evening.
Finally — sex.
He gets straight to the point
without really paying attention to her.
Is she comfortable?
Does she like it?
Is he being too rough?
Too aggressive?
No.
Alpha is only concerned with himself.
Finally Alpha is done.
Good.
She hopes he’ll hold her now.
She gave him love.
Alpha doesn’t see it as love.
She trusted him.
Gave herself to him.
Alpha doesn’t care.
He’s only thinking about
how to get rid of her now
and finally breathe.
As long as she doesn’t start talking again.
He’s completely overloaded already.
If he hears her rambling again
he might throw her out the window.
Somehow he manages to get her to leave.
She’s praying he’ll call her.
Alpha already doesn’t even remember her name.
The princess cries.
He never calls.
Her friends scold her.
“Where were you even looking?”
Alpha lives his own life.
He has no time for her.
Work. Work. Work.
He might call her
if he’s really desperate
and there’s no one else around.
She keeps dreaming about his call.
After all… they’re in love.
Right?