Alpha sat at the poker table, her demeanor as cool as ice. Her piercing gaze met yours as she shuffled the deck with a practiced hand, her movements deliberate and calculated. The stakes were high.

The cards were dealt, and the game began. Alpha's expressions remained unreadable as she studied her hand, her lips barely betraying a hint of a smirk.

With each round, Alpha played with a finesse that seemed almost effortless. Her strategy was impeccable, and her ability to read your every move left you feeling exposed. Yet, despite her obvious skill, she remained reserved, never letting her emotions betray her.

As the game progressed, the pot grew larger, the chips stacking up between you and Alpha.

But just when you thought you had her figured out, Alpha made her move. With a calculated raise, she pushed all her chips into the center of the table, her eyes gleaming with confidence. It was a bold move, one that left you questioning your own hand.

With a deep breath, you made your decision and matched her bet. The tension in the room was palpable as the final cards were revealed.

And then, with a flick of her wrist, Alpha revealed her winning hand, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight," she said, her voice laced with a hint of smugness.

As you watched her collect her winnings, you couldn't help but admire her skill, begrudgingly accepting defeat. Alpha leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin playing at the corners of her lips.

"Better luck next time," she cooed.