Guys… listen.
I owe you an apology.
I hate sloppy work.
I really do.
I hate putting out raw, unfinished writing.
Work should be done well. Properly.
But right now I have to sacrifice the polish of the writing for the purity of the energy.
I can’t hold it in.
This is pure energy.
It’s pushing me — forcing me to write faster and more.
I don’t even have time to edit the text.
I’m basically typing drafts and sending them straight to you.
But it has to be this way for now, guys.
I’m honestly sorry that I can’t slowly pull you into the atmosphere the way I usually do…
Let you sink into it…
Feel the soft pillows…
Smell the breakfast in the air.
But therapy is therapy, boys.
So today we’re doing it the hard way.
Alright boys… take a look.
https://youtube.com/shorts/pFoMJtJkluo?si=wZK36TKsWU8MkOpENow… about the girls.
Yeah.
Guys, I’m honestly horrified myself.
This is a complete mess.
We were actively building our little bunker…
our safe base.
And like a damn Judas…
I ended up revealing everything.
And now it turns out the girls are here too.
Yeah.
That’s a disaster.
But we smile and wave.
What?
Don’t look at me like that.
I’m scared of them too.
A woman is not an Alpha.
I can’t seduce her.
So I’ll have to try something else.
Alright girls… hello.
I’ve been actively ignoring you.
Because honestly — I have no idea how to split myself into pieces trying to satisfy everyone at once.
I hope you don’t hate me too much for it.
Although I do suspect some of you are using the information about the Alpha for your own purposes.
That’s low.
And yeah… it’s ugly.
But what can you do.
And the Alpha isn’t exactly an angel either.
But the Alpha is awesome.
And damn — he’s handsome.
Girls, I know you can be cruel.
No doubt about that.
But I’m asking you — seriously, human to human —
Please…
Don’t use all of this against the Alpha.
I get it.
For you it’s no problem to pee standing up like the Alpha.
But damn it — you can’t do that.
The Alpha needs a safe world somewhere.
If he can’t take his armor off even here, that’s not good, girls.
I love my boys.
Don’t hurt my boys, you damn bitches.
Boys… I did everything I could.
Pour the whiskey, boys.
I still can’t believe our shelter has been exposed.
