Boys, the field is buzzing with some kind of shit like:
“I do not know if I am worthy of her.”
What the hell is that?
I do not even want to listen to this.
To be fair, they are still damn smart and beautiful.
But that is not everything.
All of this is confidence.
Boys, fine, if we were talking about losers.
But you?
Damn it.
Such power.
And you are sitting there, pissing yourselves that she will not choose you or that she will leave.
So.
This is how it is going to be, boys.
If Alpha messes up, he simply fixes it.
That is all.
The setting is this:
I am for her.
She is for me.
I will tear it out with my teeth if I have to.
And there will be no reflection and no deep analysis.
The field must buzz with confidence and power:
I am here.
I am Alpha.
And I decide.
Period.
This woman belongs to Alpha,
and that question is closed.
Damn it.
Everyone gather.
Straighten your balls and your dick.
Protect your woman with your teeth.
And so , I do not want to hear any more nonsense like:
“I am not worthy of her.”
I am here.
I am Alpha.
And I decide.
That’s it.