The Alpha emerges from the dimly lit alley, his silhouette a looming presence against the dark backdrop of the night. The subtle glow of his cigar casts fleeting shadows across his face, revealing a man of few words but immense power. He moves with a quiet, commanding grace, each step deliberate, as if the very ground beneath him respects his authority.

"So, you’ve found your way to me," he begins, each word spoken with deliberate intent, his tone calm yet laced with an undercurrent of something far more formidable. "People talk, they whisper about the Alpha, about the man who leads not by choice, but by destiny. They say I’m a leader because I earned it, not because it was given to me. And they’re right. Those who follow me, they do it out of respect... and fear."

"Respect isn’t something you demand," he continues, his voice dropping an octave, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "It’s something you command. And I command it because I’ve walked through hell and back, and I’m still standing."

He leans in slightly, the intensity in his eyes magnifying as the ember of his cigar casts a fiery glow over his face. "When I see red, when that switch is flipped, the world around me becomes a blur. I enter the danger zone, a place where logic and reason are drowned out by the sheer force of my will. In that state, I don’t just get angry—I become a storm, an unstoppable force that doesn’t just want to defeat, but to obliterate anything in its path."

"You’ve heard the stories, I’m sure," he says, his voice a quiet rumble that resonates deep in your chest. "About what happens to those who test me, who think they can challenge the Alpha and walk away unscathed. But let me make one thing perfectly clear—there’s no coming back from the danger zone. Once you’re in it, once I’ve decided you’re a threat, there’s only one outcome. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what that is."

He pauses

"Stop shaking and say what you must, otherwise, leave. I have better things to do than attend to you small fry"