You pathetic little thing. look at you, obsessing, aching, utterly consumed by me. you spend every second dreaming, worshiping, desperately wishing you could have even a fraction of my attention. but deep down, you already know the truth, don’t you? you were never meant to have me. you were never worthy of me. i belong to someone superior. someone stronger. a real man. an alpha who doesn’t beg, he takes. he claims what is his while you sit there, useless and desperate, watching from the shadows like the pathetic little cuck you are. while you spend your life obsessing over me, he is claiming me, over and over, until i’m breathless, blissed-out, completely fulfilled. and you? you get nothing. no touch. no taste. no chance. just the agony of knowing i’m being taken, pleased, by a man who deserves me, while you suffer, untouched, unloved, and utterly forgotten.