The Alpha sprawled in boneless languor, the latest challenger (for his alpha title) by his feet.

Defeated Rival: ...Is this really all you want?

The Alpha (groaning in pleasure): Yes. Keep going.

Defeated Rival: I tried to kill you.

The Alpha: Yes, yes. But you're still an excellent masseuse. Ah~ I could die happy right now. Your foot rubs must be a staple in heaven.

Defeated Rival: How did I lose to you...?

The Alpha (laughing): Grumble all you want. I'm going to enjoy this for the next month.


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