Years ago, when Tom was still at Hogwarts, he had an Omega boyfriend. Only, Harry didn’t agree with Tom’s ambitions to rend and rebuild the wizarding world. Harry gave him an ultimatum, but Tom chose his plans over Harry.
A decade later, Tom has achieved his goals, and goes searching for Harry, partly so he can say, ‘I told you so’, but mostly because Harry was the only Omega, the only person, Tom had ever cared about other than himself.
Only, when he finds Harry, Harry has lost most of his magic, all of his scent, and no longer goes through the heats Tom had only had a handful of opportunities to enjoy. The only reason for this to have happened is if Harry found his soulmate and lost them.
This leaves Tom both devastated and furious. While he knew in theory Harry might find someone in his absence, it was another thing to have it confirmed. And whomever it was cost Tom the Omega he loved wanted.
Never does he consider that he was the Alpha Harry lost, that he hadn’t recognised Harry as his Soulmate like Harry had recognised him, because he’d split his soul before his secondary gender had presented.
Is it too late for Tom to repair his soul and win Harry back?
🐺A/N: it’s Christmas time and we’re all in misery.
When alphas are young, they’re told of the great things they are capable of. Things they can do and the life that they’ll have. Omegas were something to take, not to ask for, and dominance is a given, a strong and assertive aura was something they could grow into and use as they pleased.
Of course, growing up in a house with mostly just boys, growing up was a constant battle over everything. And though I was the oldest, and admittably the stongest, I was always the target of my younger brothers. ‘Who can take on the big macho eldest Holland brother?’
Needless to say, I had never had anything handed to me, and that in turn made me every protective over what was mine.
So when she came into my life, I swore that I would never let her slip away.
God, [y/n]. She was my everything. My heart. My wish upon a star. My muse. And although it was me who found her, it always felt as if she had found me first.
She was beautiful, smart, cunning, understanding. Even if it was seen as taboo in our certain comminuity to treat an omega as an equal by an alpha, how could I not?
Omegas were a gift. She was a gift. Every moment of every day I was sure to let her know. And when she moved in, it was all the more easy to tell her. And a flat that was once dirty and unkept turned into some place where there was space, and a coziness to it. Nothing like a woman’s touch.
Her touch. It was nothing like I had ever felt before. And even in the past with other omegas I was with but never claimed, I had never felt what she gave me. Her fingertips were filled with a gently electricity, her attention never faulting to make me feel as if I were the only one in all of London besides her.
Just like now.
Friday movie nights were a common ritual, becoming more frequent since [y/n] called my home her’s. Right now we were watching ‘The Corpse Bride’, but while she was wrapped up in a colorful world of corspes’ and morbid marital issues, I was wrapped up in something else.
She was buried in my arms, her right cheek against my chest as she starred almost in complete focus at the screen as if it were the best thing she had ever watched. Her warmth radiated off her body, like my own personal heater, and I swore that I could never feel more content then I did at that moment.
What I wonderful girl I have. My best girl. My perfect girl.
Line after line of one gushing compliment after the other filled my mind. But suddenly, my thoughts stopped dead. I felt it start in my chest. It was heat. Pure, unfiltered heat, speading like an egg on a frying pan from my chest as it progressed to every other part of my body it could reach.
The heat turned scorching as my thoughts filled with a single word, ‘Mate, mate, mate, mate’.
And the fact that she was wrapped so tightly around me only made me all the more aggitated. I needed to be inside her. I needed to bury my cock in her cunt now.
Without warning, I picked her up and positioned her on my lap, her beautiful thighs straddling mine.
With no words spoken, I leaned in and scented her, her scent glands releasing the most delectable smells due to her arousal. She always smelled like birthday cake and vanilla, a scent that I never wanted to fade from my life.
I scooped her up, and to this she made a small yelp, quickly catching on to my certain dilemma, knowing that she was the only who could soothe the ache that rested in my pants. I held her bridal style, strictly for the reason of keeping her face where I could see it.
Ruts were a change of pace compared to an omega’s heat. And yet, both of them contained the same motive. Lust, pleasure, mate.
And although from the outside looking in, it would seem sudden to scoop her up like this. But she was used to it, as was I when she would enter her heat. She was perfect.
“Somebody’s eager,” she teased, leaning over and burying her face in my neck, licking and nipping at the skin, a low growl being heard from my chest.
I laid her down on the bed, undressing her and myself with little to no words spoken, taking a minute to take her in. Her lips, her eyes, her scent, her breasts.
As soon as the thought of her breasts hit me, I couldn’t help but have a taste, grabbing harshly onto one, my mouth latching onto the other.
Mewls and whimpers dripped from her mouth like honey, her eyes hooked on mine, the sight angelic as I watched her mouth hang open as I looked up.
“Mine,” I growled against her skin, before picking her up and flipping her over, positioning her to present herself.
Her cunt glistened as she gave a teasing wiggle, knowing how crazy it made me. And every part of her was mine. All mine.
“I’m not going to go easy on you, darling, are you alright with that?” My voice was tender, dispite my lust-driven state.
“Use me, Tom. Give me your knot, please,” she begged.
“God, princess, you beg so pretty,” I grumbled, before shoving myself into her cunt, her walls squeezing me like a vice.
“Alpha!” was all she could cry out, not giving her much time to adjust. But that was the last thing on my mind.
My cock pistoned in and out of her rapidly, the speed even surprising me when I looked back on it. The way I acted was almost savage, grabbing her hair and making her back it my front, my pace never faultering as I shoved my face in her neck, her scent glands now swollen and perfect for me, her angelic scent now clouding the room along with the smell of sex.
“My perfect princess, my fucking omega, so fucking snug for me, no matter how many times you take me,”
The filter between my brain and my mouth disappeared, leaving only an honest fountain of words to spill from my mouth.
Her small hand reached up and grabbed at my hair, her other hand on my thigh, using it as an anchor, thriving on the feelings of ecstasy that only I could give her.
My tongue then stuck out, drifting over the scar of my mark, the thought of that fateful night spurring my hips to go harder, and my grip on her hair to tighten.
“A-Alpha, m’gonna cu-um!” She whimpered out.
“No,” I hissed, almost too quickly, “you’re gonna wait. You’re gonna wait your fucking turn, you’re gonna make your Alpha cum first.”
Almost automatically, she clenched, making me groan against her soft skin, and I was close. So fucking close.
A gasp left my mouth as I finally bottomed out, my tip surely against her cervix, cumming with a string of curses.
“Cum for me,” I grunted, riding out my high.
She finally let go, falling off the precipice of pleasure, tightening around me as her body shook, everything tensing as she gripped onto me, her nails more than likely leaving marks.
I pulled out and flipped her over, my eyes going directly to her wrecked pussy, watching as my seed seeped out of her and onto the sheets. It was almost enough to make me rock hard again.
“I hope you’re not too tired,” I smirked, “because I’m not even close to being done with you,”
She whimpered a small yes before spreading her legs farther.
🐺Summary: Every Omega knows that going into heat is rough, especially when unclaimed. All eyes are on you. So when it hits you in the middle of a coffee shop with your friends, a particular alpha is very willing to help.
🐺Theme (All I Need by Radiohead)
🐺A/N: Lol we gonna get dirtttyyyy. By the way, you’re small in his, like body proportion wise, like 5′4 small so there’s that. I know people want the ‘independent strong hardheaded alpha female’, but in this one ur compliant, sorry if ya don’t like it. There will most likely be a part 2 :)
“Y’know, I dunno how you drink that stuff,” Anna-Lynn said from across the table, making [ y / n ] roll her eyes and look up.
“You’re just jealous cause your tastebuds are weak,” she retorted, taking a teasingly long sip of her dark black coffee.
It was nice having a day out like this. Especially when everyone seemed so busy with preparing for the spookiest holiday of the year. Paper bats and small pumpkins littered the store-fronts of London, the summer weather fading with the light chilly breezes autumn seemingly brought.
The calm warm light streamed through the window of the coffee shop the three young women were in, the dusk just hitting them. The tree leaves complimented the light as it covered the area in a soft blanket of pink and orange hues.
“So, um,” [ y / n ]’s other friend, Elizabeth, began to speak, clearing her throat and shooting a daring look at Anna-Lynn, “Have you thought about Ethan at all?”
Ah, yes, Ethan. He was Elizabeth’s younger cousin, just then turning 19, a simple beta with no claimed mate.
[ y / n ] shook her head, and to this, the two girls let out a defeated huff, “You need to chose someone,” Anna-Lynn’s voice was clipped as she huffed, but it had a hint of concern. Worry even.
And of course there was a stipulation to one of [ y / n ]’s favorite seasons. Because for her kind, not only was it autumn, but it was also mating season. A dangerous time for any omega unclaimed. If you were unclaimed when the time came around, you were easy pray, and other alphas and betas could smell you much much easier.
You would become a target. Even more so if you were in heat.
“I’m not worried about it.” [ y / n ] sighed, nonchalantly, taking a large gulp of her drink before setting it back down. But deep down she truly was.
“We just don’t want you to become like one of those other omegas... you know, getting claimed by someone on the street during their heat... someone they don’t love at all and being forced to have pups, it’s just barbaric.” Elizabeth glanced down at her dwindling hands.
“I understand that. But I’ve had no issues with this before. I’ll just... lock myself up in my room with a vibrator and some porn. That’s worked before,”
“Bullshit, you were a grump for like a month because you had built up aggression. Ethan’s a good guy. You should really consider it.”
Yes, Ethan was nice. But when it came to [ y / n ]... she just felt as if they weren’t meant for each other. And there was no way that she would consider having pups with him and-
Speak of the mother fucking devil-
It was as if she was hit with a million bricks at once, her body becoming hot, a powerful wave of uncomfortable warmth crashing through her body like a tidal wave, her mouth clamping shut tightly. Her breath hitched, her thighs tightening around nothing, her legs shaking as she felt herself feel as if she were going to throw up. The moisture between her thighs was uncomfortable as she felt her panties stick to her mound.
How could she be so careless? Now she was in heat in public and she knew that nearby alphas and betas had already caught onto the scent, most likely heading their way. She knew it was roughly the time she would go into heat. And it was hell on earth right now, knowing that now that the sun was just now taking it’s last breaths over the tall buildings, the night heightening her kind’s senses acutely.
Her friends caught on almost immediately, knowing the mannerisms of the heavy breathing and the quivering lips. Her eyes were wide as she bit down on her bottom lip harshly, trying her best to keep her whimpers and whines in the back of her throat.
Thoughts raced through the young woman’s mind. Thoughts of her being taken in the most delicious ways possible by any man that just so happened to look her way. And her friends could tell that there were already at least a few alphas coming in hot, the sudden howling through the now darkened air making the 2 other girls’ senses hyperactive.
What was ironic was that there was a conversation going on between two baristas behind the counter, “The dogs are at it again, they’ve been a lot noisier than usual.”
“We need to get her home, right now.” Anna-Lynn commanded, Elizabeth giving a chaste nod before flipping through her phone as a poor, squirming, [ y / n ] sat right across from them, panting in her intense discomfort.
She shut her eyes tightly, desperately trying to ignore the ache in her core. She wanted, no, needed to be filled up. To be claimed. But the thoughts only drove her down deeper, desperation seemingly seeping out of every pore.
As soon as she was called an Uber, it was an agonizing amount of time before it finally came to a stop, the driver flashing concerned looks at the poor squirming girl in her back seat. Throughout the whole ride, it took everything for [ y / n ] not to touch herself, and all she could do was shift her thighs together, and thankfully, (soon enough), the car came to a stop.
[ y / n ] let out a strangled ‘thank you’ to the driver before getting out, and after the woman drove off, she found herself stumbling into an alleyway. Her whole body was on fire and she needed release, any release.
Her back violently hit the brick wall of a darkened alleyway, her loud and labored breaths echoing through the seemingly empty face. She needed tension. At least a little bit.
As if her legs weren’t her own, [ y / n ] spread her legs only a small amount, just enough to slip her hand under her pants and softly drifting her fingertips over her clothed clit.
A smooth and controlled rubs soon turned into harsh and fast circles, her needful thoughts forcing her mind to tune out the howling that was getting closer and closer to her. It wasn’t until a low and terrifying growl resonated through the hollow space, making her stop in her tracks, yanking her hand out of its position, doing her best to stand up and steady herself.
But it was far too late, because by the time she finally started bolting towards the opening in the cold alleyway, her body was caught and thrown against the frigid brick, a pitiful yelp leaving her lips, unleashed tears forming in her eyes.
“You smell fucking delicious,” a dark voice spoke, no doubt an alpha, and [ y / n ] wouldn’t dare look up and meet his eyes.
“P-Please, I c-can’t-”
[ y / n ] didn’t even know why she was saying please, for there were so many reasons she could be saying it.
Please don’t.
Please help the pain.
Please touch me.
Please don’t touch me.
Please.
But the young woman’s thoughts were cut short by a violent tug to her hair, forcing her gaze on the person in from of her. He had bright red hair, freckles apparent, even in the dull light of the closed off space. He wore a jet black hoodie, and that was all that [ y / n ] bothered to take in.
“You’re a pretty one...” his words rattled through her mind, muffled by the sharp ringing in her heat from the sudden contact to the wall only moments earlier, “Glad I claimed you before anyone else could,” he paused to chuckle to himself, “Would hate to touch damaged goods.”
[ y / n ] whimpered and almost recoiled away, but she knew better. This alpha seemed ill-tempered, and she didn’t want to find out what would happen if she dared to disobey.
He gave a rough tug to her hair, standing her up, and immediately started to kiss her neck in hopes of warming her up a little bit more, not that she needed it, but nonetheless, his lips continued their assault on the young woman’s neck, whimpers and whines escaping her lips.
“Just one little thing, pretty girl, you’re unclaimed, I can smell it on you.” he spoke before leaving a long, sinful lick up her throat, “I’m going to bite this pretty little neck and make sure that nobody else is going to touch what’s mine.”
The girl’s body shivered violently. He was talking about a claim mark. If that happened, she could never escape him, it was a tracking device. Where ever she decided to go, he would know exactly where she was.
“Please, don’t, I-”
But a violent growl made her blood run cold and her words pause half-way up her throat. But it wasn’t from her captor. His head was already snapped towards the source of the sound, which was at the opening of the alleyway, the minimal light caused by the streetlight exposing a clothed figure with its hands in its pockets. They weren’t tall but they weren’t short, but their stature was confident.
Great. Another alpha.
“Drop her.” the voice spoke, straight to the point and commanding.
“Fuck off, she’s mine, I got to her first.” the ginger male snapped, his eyes now a vibrant scorching gold, shining in the darkness.
“Drop the fucking girl or I’ll rip you’re fucking head off.” this time it was a vicious growl, strong and unwavering that sent goosebumps down [ y / n ]’s spine.
“That a challenge, pint-size?” the ginger taunted, referring to the other alpha who only stood at a good 5′8, while he stood at a large 6′1, slamming the girl onto the ground making her yelp out in pain.
Finally, the young alpha stepped into some form of light, making his face visible, and the ginger’s expression of defense faded into a face of fear and regret, the eyes that once glowed yellow dying down to it’s original color.
“T-Tom, Jesus, man, excuse me, I didn’t-”
The alpha, apparently named Tom, harshly grabbed the ginger’s shirt, pulling him in and looking up at him with deadly eyes, “Leave.”
And just like that, he was gone, and hopefully never going to be seen again.
Tom’s expression turned soft when he saw the poor writhing omega in a mound on the hard concrete of the ground, small whimpers of discomfort making his chest clench.
“You live here?” he questioned, motioning to the building she was now leaned against.
All she could to was let out a whine of confirmation, nodding her head slowly as she clamped her thighs together as tightly as possible.
“Come on then, can’t have you out in the open, there’s already talk, let’s get you inside,” he said, kindness and understanding in his tone, holding out a hand to [ y / n ], who in turn took it almost immediately.
It took her a second to walk, her knees weak, not to mention it was hard not to notice Tom’s muscles, and his face. God, he was truly attractive.
She let her mind wonder as they began to walk, his arm firmly around her waist, trying to keep her steady. She wondered what it would look like when he came, filling her up to the brim, making her full, a thin blanket of sweat covering his body, his eyes glowing, hungry, and she let out a whimper at it.
“You’re staring.” Tom smirked as they stepped into the elevator of the complex.
“S-Sorry,” she muttered, trying to shake the embarrassingly dirty thoughts from her mind as she continued to try and focus on just getting to her apartment.
The sooner she got there, the sooner she had her vibrator, the sooner she had release. She was convinced, at least, that that would solve her problems, at least temporarily.
She led him to her apartment, still holding onto him for dear life as her core throbbed with need and want. When the door unlocked with a small click, she turned the doorknob, almost collapsing through the doorway.
“Do you need any help?”
This could have meant many things. But of course, [ y / n ] was oblivious in her response.
“N-No, I think I can manage to put myself to bed.”
Tom gave a small chuckle as he sat her down on the couch, sitting next to her as she slouched back, “No, I mean I can help with your problem... that is, if you want me to,”
[ y / n ]’s mind was clouded in a haze of neediness, so with no hesitation, she whimpered a small yes, before immediately unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them down a little bit to eagerly.
She knew this was happening to quick, almost irrationally quick, but the need in her pounding cunt was much more important to her at the moment than her petty morals and reason.
“Are you sure?” he looked at her with sincerity, watching as she shifted out of her pants and took his hand, placing it on her covered mound.
“Please, just touch me, Tom,”
Hearing his name on her lips was almost enough to make him lose his control and say ‘fuck it’, but he figured that if her were to do this, he might as well try to do this right.
“Don’t have to tell me twice, darling,” he muttered, easily finding her sensitive bud, even through the material of her panties.
She let out a soft and breathy moan, taking her hand of his own and moving it to his bicep, squeezing, as if it were anchoring her down to Earth, because she had never been touched like this, especially by someone else.
As if Tom had read her mind, he looked up at her, drinking in her reactions before speaking, “Are you a virgin?”
She nodded her head, his pace never faltering.
“I’ve been waiting- ugnh - for the right person... I trust you,” she managed to get out between moans.
“You barely know me,”
“But I want to. There’s - ah, fuck - something about you. I l-like you,” she admitted, the filter between her mouth and her brain nonexistent as she felt nothing but pleasure and a release from the uncomfortable pressure she was feeling only moments before.
“Fuck,” to Tom, it was nice to hear that somebody needed him, trusted him, especially with something like this, so sacred and meaningful. She was giving him the gift that could only be given once, and he was happy to receive.
After a few moments of him rubbing her in all the right ways, he hesitantly pulled his hand away from her, hating the noise of protest that she released.
“Come on, princess, let’s take this to you're bedroom, yeah?”
[ y / n ] was compliant to his suggestion, standing up best she could without Tom’s help, but soon leaning on him as she directed him to her bedroom door.
The door was busted open, and she was thrown onto the bed, and as soon as she hit the mattress, she stripped off everything else, leaving her completely nude, and her actions inspired Tom to do the same.
He quickly got on top of her, grinding the length of his cock against her soaking wet folds, making him growl.
“Fuck, darling, I’m not even inside you yet and you feel heavenly-” he hissed, the little omega nodding in response.
“Alpha, please, I need you inside me, I want you to fill me,” she desperately pleaded.
Tom let out a feral snarl at the use of the word ‘alpha’, surprised it had so much of an effect on him being used like this. It was so fucking hot. She had him wrapped so tightly around her pinky and didn’t even know it.
“Anything for you, darling,” he muttered, lining himself up and ever so slowly easing himself inside his new mate, a pained whimper escaping her, his cock seemingly splitting her in half.
Tom finally remembered that she was a virgin. And that made him even harder inside her. He waited for him, for her mate, while he was out fucking every omega that crossed him. But with her, she wasn’t just an omega. And he wanted to prove it to her.
He took his time, almost cockwarming, staying still inside of her as her body naturally adjusted to his size, feeling so close to each other, it was enough for the two of them to almost fall in love right then and there. Tom finally took in how perfect she was to him. Someone he knew he wanted to keep around in the long run. Someone he knew he wanted to protect, even when she didn’t need protection.
[ y / n ] scratched up his back, signaling that she was ready, and confident that he could move with little to no discomfort from her.
The alpha started to move his hips, her tight cunt making his eyes roll back in his skull as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, leaving soft and reassuring kisses to her neck as she made the most delectable noises, making him addicted, almost like his own brand of opioid.
“So fucking tight, princess, you feel like fucking paradise,” he praised as he drank up the omega’s reactions as she experienced her first time with him.
She’s like this for me and only me.
Her face was scrunched adorably in pleasure, her eyes shut tight as she felt the moment, his skin under her finger tips, the burning that was set in her core easing as she finally had pleasurable relief. Like getting a refreshing drink on a particularly hot day.
Tom couldn’t help himself, and as if his body wasn’t his own, primal instinct took over as he began to make his strides harder and quicker, making the most pathetically cute noises release from her mouth.
“You like that, darling?” he panted licking and sucking her neck, making one of her tiny hands weaving itself though his chestnut curls, “Why did I bother asking, of course you do. You love it when your alpha fucks you.”
All she could do was nod her head as she felt a coil inside her tighten. Tom felt his cock inflate as he continued to drive into her, pounding her into the mattress as he growled praises into her neck, her moans and whimpers never stopping.
Soon the praise turned into a single word, falling out of his mouth like a prayer, even though what they were doing was the farthest thing from holy.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The omega could take it anymore, whimpering out, “P-Please, I... want you to b-bite me. Please, I need you to claim me,” she begged, which made his assault on her cunt falter slightly, slowing down to a calm and intimate pace.
He knew what that meant. When an alpha bites an omega, she’s claimed. It means that nobody can touch her. Almost like an unbroken bond between two of their kind, and it meant a lot.
And though they had just met only a half an hour prior, he knew that she was special, and he knew that this was who he was meant to be with, and his heart swelled at the thought of getting to know her inside and out. A true connection.
“You want me to claim you, huh?” he paused his movements, [ y / n ] nodding frantically, wanting more than anything, “I’m not going to go easy on you. I want you to feel nothing but you inside me while I claim you, nothing but rapture as I claim you as mine.”
[ y / n ] nodded once again, to while Tom protested, “Words, darling,”
“Yes, alpha, I understand, I- OH FUCK-,” she yelled out. And she thought he was going hard before, but that was nothing compared to the pleasure she was now presented with, his cock properly railing into her as he left a long and sinful lick up her neck before taking a bite, his eyes glowing a bright fluorescent gold as she let out one of the most pornographic moans she had ever heard.
The copper taste in his mouth tasted like candy, and home, the sweet substance covering his lips as he finally pulled back, knowing that she was close.
And close she was. She was so close to release she could almost taste it, and god did it taste good. Without warning, the coil inside her snapped, making her vision cloud, her thoughts unable to collect themselves as her vision clouded, and she swore she blacked out for a second.
She was so overcome with pleasure, she didn’t notice that he had cum himself, the sensation of him pulling out and his cum spill out of her enough to get her riled up enough. But if what just happened didn’t vanquish the heat she was experiencing before, God only knew what would.
Tom stepped back, taking in the sight of his new mate, completely fucked out and covered with marks, his cum dripping out of her like a faucet. He wished for this image to be branded into his mind so he could see it every time he closed his eyes.
“Absolutely stunning.” he praised, his hands now running up and down her thighs.
[ y / n ] was finally Tom’s, inside and out, and Tom couldn’t be more proud.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, love, yeah?”
The morning was soft and filled with nothing but admiration to each other, the two staying in bed most of the morning until they finally went to the omega’s kitchen to make breakfast/lunch.
[ y / n ] was cooking the bacon and eggs when she suddenly felt arms wrap around her from behind, a chin resting on her shoulder.
“How’re you holding up?” he questioned, and it make [ y / n ] blush at how considerate she was about her state, his fingertips dragging lightly over the violent-looking bite mark on her neck.
“I’m absolutely perfect,” she smiled, “Feels nice to belong to someone.”
“You know what? I was thinking the exact same thing.”
And for once, the two of them were truly excited for the future.
Of course not every alpha will have all of these, but I see Tom in most of these qualities.
1. The alpha male is persistent. There’s no quit in this man. He’s the tortoise not the hare. He’s the last man standing.
2. The alpha male can defend himself and his family. He can handle himself with his fists, to put it another way.
3. The alpha male is in peak physical shape. He’s strong and athletic as well as aesthetically pleasing to the opposite sex.
4. The alpha male is courageous. He doesn’t lack fear, rather, he accepts that it exists and faces it at every opportunity.
5. The alpha male can entertain. He has a sense of humor and can have a group of people hanging on his every word – he’s a good story teller.
6. The alpha male has stories to tell. He’s lived – and is living – a unique life. He’s made mistakes, but he’s able to find humor in them. He’s had adventures that everyone wants to hear about.
7. The alpha male can laugh at himself. This is an over-looked characteristic of an alpha male, but a necessary one. You can’t make fun of the alpha male because he’ll join in, no one can make fun of him better than he can.
8. The alpha male is humble. Some of this comes from his ability to laugh at himself. No matter what he accomplishes, his head will never balloon, and if it does, he has the ware-with-all to come back down to earth before it gets out of hand.
9. The alpha male is learned, educated. A degree isn’t a prerequisite, but a thirst for knowledge is. He wants to learn, and he does. This helps him relate to people from every social and economic standing. He can converse intelligently with the business man and the preacher. The history buff and the sports nut.
10. The alpha male is a man’s man. He’s a hard guy not to like or want to have a beer with. He’s tough, often quiet, composed, but can joke and shoot the shit with anyone.
11. The alpha male knows the value of every word, he doesn’t talk simply to hear the sound of his own voice. His words are chosen carefully. He respects their power. Whether he’s writing or speaking, he doesn’t speak to be hear, he speaks when he has something of value to say. He’s never the loudest one in the room.
12. The alpha male has a purpose. This may be his most defining trait. Where many wander through life trying to find their Self, the alpha male is too busy creating his Self. Every day he does something to bring himself closer to his goal. He isn’t a wanderer, he’s going places; it’s so obvious that everyone around him can see it.
13. The alpha male is a hard worker. He knows that nothing great is accomplished without hard work and a definite purpose.
14. The alpha male is a warrior not a worrier. He understands that certain things aren’t under his control. He does everything he can to control what he can, but doesn’t worry about what he can’t. He’s not worried about tomorrow, he’s too busy working for today.
15. The alpha male doesn’t pick a fight, but he ends it if he’s in one. He isn’t a bully. He isn’t an emotional wreck that looks for a fight at every corner. But, if the logical thing to do is to fight because the situation calls for it, he will. He’ll also never hit a man when he’s down. He isn’t fighting to destroy, but to defend.
16. The alpha male has style. He takes pride in how he looks and people respect him for that. He also knows how to dress like a man. You’d never call the alpha male a metrosexual.
17. The alpha male knows who he is, his values govern his life. He doesn’t stray from these values, in fact he stands up for them. Even when he stands alone in what he believes is right, he digs his heels in and fights.
18. The alpha male knows how to treat a lady. He respects women, often because he’s had some great one’s in his life. He’s chivalrous. He helps his lady at every chance. He helps her reach her dreams, all-the-while moving closer to attaining his own.
19. The alpha male isn’t a sucker. He isn’t a clinger. He doesn’t go out of his way to please everyone because that’s a futile endeavor. He won’t let a woman run his life. He’s his own man. Though he worships the ground his lady walks on, he knows how to pick ‘em. He won’t be with a control-freak or a jealous woman. He has the social intelligence to see that storm before it peeks it’s nasty little head.
20. The alpha male is a man of value. “Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.” Einstein knew that success is reached if you’re valuable to others. The alpha male is a man of value and values. He makes the lives of others better by being a part of them.
21. The alpha male helps others, he’s generous. He has his purpose, but he knows that life isn’t merely about accomplishments, but about leaving a legacy. That legacy is how he made others feel, and how he helps others accomplish their dreams.
22. The alpha male is a leader who leads by example. He doesn’t tell people how to live, but lives in the manner he sees as best to live.
23. Alpha males throughout history, Achilles, William Wallace, and Napoleon, saw opportunity where others saw failure. The alpha male will fail, but he won’t see failure as the end. He’s sees it as a necessary part of the experience, a stepping-stone. Knowing this allows him to try things others won’t, and to work harder when others usually quit.
24. The alpha male is stubborn. When he starts something he’s passionate about, no one can stop him or pull back on the reigns. He’s in it until the end. He’s also open-minded and willing to listen to other points of view. He knows he’s flawed and stubborn, so he gives way and learns from people who are better than him.
25. The alpha male doesn’t try to be an alpha male. That’s where so many fail. He is interested in life, in living. He’s fascinated by the world around him, in becoming the best man he can possibly become. He genuinely cares about people. He passionately works hard. He’s excited by life, by the opportunity that each day presents. He’s genuine in every facet of who he is. Each of the characteristics are possessed by him naturally, or will be as he grows as a man. Bred from curiosity, a genuine kindness, and a warrior’s heart, he is who he is, and all others follow him wherever he will lead them.
Shots were fired, and there must be answers. Many of my comrades have fallen as he gleefully tweeted at leisure from his computer. This shall not stand.
I wrote this on my phone. Damn him.
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This is a battle of mental endurance, surely, but a physical one as well.
A game that you are almost ready to admit that you are losing on both fronts.
The casual glances that are too lingering to be of comfort, the lightest brush of his coarse hands from rehearsing upon your skin as if in carelessness-one could make the argument that those are involuntary muscle movements, but you know too well.
These are all calculated. This is one man who leaves nothing to chances, and for your every move he is three steps ahead, looking back at you ever so gentlemanly, waiting for you to catch up.
But no, he doesn’t wait-he merely stops for you to fall back and get entangled in the web that he crafts for you. (Differently each time.)
But you are not going to surrender just yet-why should you suffer so from his antics and pent-up frustrations?
So you straighten up, lean back into your chair, and cross your legs-at the precise moment when he looks up at you in the middle of his push-ups, drops of sweat running down his chiseled face. (You silently grimace at the fact that even his sweating raises your body temperature.)
Two can play, and you will only admit defeat when the last piece has been checkmated.
And then you smirk-you know he fancies the way that you ever so slightly turn the corners of your mouth upwards, as if in the know of something no other soul in the whole universe has knowledge of, oh-so disdained and above-it all…
You know he also hates it when you do that. (This man, ugh.) His embrace is gentle but absolute-he must know your every secret every desire everything laid bare. He offers you the world for it, but you have your own-you’ve told him so many times.
Your little display does not escape his notice, and you see something gleaming in his eyes as he resumes his rehearsal training-it is not over.
