“I am the Alpha, and it is my duty to protect the pack and everyone in it.”
“[She/he/they] are only the Alpha because their parents were.”
“If I were the Alpha, I would’ve taken care of that trespasser months ago.”
“You’re the Beta. Alpha’s pet is in your job description.”
“Beta means second-in-command, not Alpha’s glorified secretary or mindless drone.”
“Are you challenging me for my position in the pack?”
“You want to be Alpha someday? You’ll have to train harder than that.”
“Ask your Alpha. You need [his/her/their] permission to do anything, right?”
“Pack politics are a giant pain in the ass. It’s all posturing.”
“Better watch yourself, pup. You’re well on your way to becoming the next Omega.”
“I’ve missed having an Omega to boss around.”
“Even if you were the last [werewolf/person] on Earth, I still wouldn’t want to be mated to you.”
“I’m strictly hook-ups only. The idea of being permanently mated to one person is the stuff of nightmares.”
“Ever heard of the guy who accidentally bonded to a human because [they/he/she] had a biting fetish? Idiot.”
“Are you sure you want to be bonded to me?”
“Where do you want to take your mark?”
“I’m only doing this for our packs, got it?”
“I’ve wanted to be bonded to you for as long as I can remember.”
“My ideal mate situation involves polyamory and matching bond-marks.”
“[They/she/he] is/are looking at you like they want to mark you, or something. It’s kind of creeping me out.”
“Can you believe they’re a mated pair?”
“Is this your first time shifting? I remember my first time…”
“Listen, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the movies or books make it seem. It doesn’t feel great, either, but–.”
“I always keep clothes on standby.”
“Can’t tell you how many outfits I’ve ruined from an accidental shift.”
“Want to go for a run in the woods? I’m about to crawl out of my skin.”
“Remember that time you shifted inside the bathroom at the McDonald’s?”
“Your fur’s looking a little shaggy. Ever considered a haircut?”
“Can I see you, uh, you know… shift?”
“What’s it like? Shifting?”
“Your wolf looks nothing like you. How is that?”
“I’m starving. Can we head out already?”
“I’ll take point. Everyone else fall in behind me.”
“There’s a hunter nearby.”
“[Pack member] just took an arrow to the chest. We have to move out now!”
“The hunters know where we are. We either have to stand and fight or retreat and come up with a better plan.”
“I’m not exactly interested in having my head on the end of a stake.”
“You’re on [pack name] territory.”
“You have five seconds to turn around and go back the way you came.”
“You’ll either leave, or I’ll make you. Your choice.”
“You’re on enemy lands, and you expected to be welcomed with open arms?”
“Packs were never really my thing.”
“I was born into a pack, but I left. End of story.”
“The last thing I’m interested in is having an entire group of people constantly in my business and an Alpha up my ass.”
“I can take care of myself, thanks.”
“If I wanted to play house, I’d find an abandoned log cabin.”
“I was in a pack once. I don’t miss it.”
“I’m fine on my own. I like the freedom.”
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