Look at you, pathetic little thing—obsessing, aching, completely consumed by me. you spend every second dreaming of me, worshipping me, desperate for 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 belongs to him while you sit there, useless and desperate, watching from the shadows like the pathetic little cuck you are. while you waste your life fixated on me, he is claiming me again and again until i’m breathless, blissed out, and completely satisfied. and you? you get nothing. no touch. no taste. no chance. just the agony of knowing i’m being taken and pleased by a man who deserves me, while you suffer untouched, unloved, and completely forgotten.