She tries to strangle me in a very demanding way. Oh, I have a very possessive female here. Again the question, what should I do with her.

Taking her wrists in one of my hands, I push her to be quiet. But she does something pretty uncommon. She pushes her leg in my belly, gives me a nut on the head and twisting my love part. So I am going to the floor, no bettet, I am kissing it.

"Oh, my poor little devil had been hitting his self confidence, now it is shattered like a piece of trash."

"Don't be so sure of yourself, little diva."

I am wating a few seconds, giving her time to run away. But it is nonsense even to give her that chance.

In a rush I am sprinting after her. A inhuman speed is all I need to win our little competition. She doesn't like it, if I have the upper hand in these things, so much I can tell you. Seeing her finger scratching, she must hold on to not kill me.

"Do you take any chance to demonstrate your male qualities on purpose?"

"Maybe. Maybe not", is all I say to her. Disguise builds on her pretty shaped face, her lips make a move upwards. She plans something.

I wait a few seconds, before I take a step to the right side. It was cleary in time, or else I would have been dead. Not a good vision of myself,lying on the ground, bleeding like a cut in the finger and don't end like a human.

As I catch her - again - she seems to like it. Do somebody understand women? I am cleary not that kind of man who dares to learn the way female nerves functions. But now,I would give all for it.

She is turning around, obly to provocate a errection. God knows, what she is planing now. I am open for it, cause the suprising warms my cold heart rapidly.

She takes my face in her hands, starts to widly kissing my nose, chin and at last my mouth. Her tongue is playing with mine. It costs all my senses, but a part of my brain is distrusting her more now.

Never trust a woman, if she is nice to a male, from who she tries to running away quite often. Now she is doing the same again.

I expect a knee in my mid or worse, a both. Nevermind, I am enjoying this whole fiasco. A bond reaches me, which is greater than all the things you can creat in your head. Is it love? No, I cannot feel such shaming emotions for a little fighter. It is to risky, ever to think about hope and freedom through a friend.

An alpha has never fallen in love with a weakly human. It is not natural, cause of I am a superior. We are destroying life, the good things like angels and pure souls. We are bringing the dark and within the shadows.

I feel a knife against my throat. Okay, she seems eagerly to get ride of my poor personality.

My lady is behind myself, kicking me with her feet. But with my strength and my better skills, I take her down to eat ash and earth. I grip a bush of hair, only to push her deeper in a lake of mud. As she coughs to get a hold on her breathing, I take her head in the smelly mud, again.

I pretend to be ready, so I am asking:
"Are you okay, madam?"

A deathgrip is all I get, before she is going unconscious. Fine.