Claim Me Deeply Alpha

In the radiant morning atmosphere of the Front Range, the enormous gray wolf's exhales created conspicuous puffs of vapor under the sunlight. As he observed the undulating hills in front of him, the early sunbeams glistened through the treetops.

Scattered across the frost-covered landscape were his intended victims, cows, initially gathered for warmth but starting to disperse for their daily sustenance. Today, he would have a satisfying meal.

The absence of humans for several days provided him with the opportunity to swiftly capture a prey and indulge before their return.

Damien had meticulously monitored their routine, as they rode their steeds along the periphery of their territory. Last night, they had loaded their horses onto a trailer and departed, leaving the cattle to roam freely on the hills.

He had to exercise caution when determining the number of cows to target, as excessively frequent visits to a single ranch would provoke human retaliation, leading to their demise.

This had occurred in the past when he had become too complacent in his own domain, arrogantly displaying his dominance over his smaller kin.

Ordinarily, the smaller wolves would not dare attempt to take down a full-size cow, opting instead for a few sheep whenever they could be found. Damien had grown tired of the usual fare of rabbits and field mice consumed by his relatives. Today, they would indulge in the taste of beef.

Already drooling with anticipation, Damien envisioned the satisfaction of sinking his snout into the tender abdomen of a plump cow, relishing the gush of blood to be eagerly lapped up. He trembled with excitement, experiencing a sensation akin to orgasm, then turned to address his pack.

They patiently awaited his command to initiate the chase. Not a muscle twitched without his authorization; they had all learned this from witnessing their former alpha male fall amidst a chaotic deluge of blood and gristle.

Assuming the role of the new alpha male surpassed any previous experience for the smaller wolves. Their ancestral recollections informed them that this giant and his brethren had once ruled over mountains and valleys, but such dominance belonged to the past.

What truly unsettled the pack, however, was the fact that the new alpha male had not claimed any of the females after overthrowing the former alpha.

Traditionally, this would occur with a new alpha assuming control, but this giant deflected the advances of the eager females, growling and nipping at them as they sought to secure a rank within the pack.

Alpha Damien took a final whiff of the morning breeze before signaling the others to commence the hunt.

With the alpha coyote leading the way, the pack dispersed gradually while trotting down the hillside. Moving at a much slower pace than the others, the alpha ensured that there was enough time for the rest of the pack to surround the herd of cattle. Seamlessly, they managed to slip under the unnoticed barbed wire fence, out of sight of the unsuspecting cows.