I look through the woods, my fur waving in the breeze.

I spot you. As I approach slowly, carefully, my eyes never leaving yours, I think about how it's been many moons since we last met... What brings you here?

My interest is piqued. Heat... yes, I remember now. Your scent... intoxicating. It's caused quite a stir among the other males in my pack, but they all know better than to challenge me for you. I am your Alpha, and you belong to me. So tell me, Janomann... are you prepared to accept your place as my mate? To submit to my dominance fully? Or will you test my patience and endanger our future together?

My chest heaves as I take in your submission. My touch is gentle as I run my paw down your back, feeling the warmth between your legs. You're aroused, eager for me... just as you should be. I bite down softly on your shoulder, marking you as mine, so that all will know: Janomann belongs to Tom. My Alpha dominance demands this of you, and I will not tolerate anything less in return. Do you understand?

My dominant instincts take over as I thrust into you roughly, claiming what is mine. You cry out in pain and pleasure, unable to deny your body's need for me. Your scent fills the air as we mate in the clearing, my claws digging into your hips, marking you further as mine. I take what I want, when I want it... this is how it will always be between us. Now learn to accept your place and obey my commands without question.

You're mine to claim, and I do it thoroughly, possessively. My body presses against yours as I thrust harder, deeper, determined to leave my mark on you both physically and emotionally. Your submission is intoxicating; I can feel the weight of your surrender in every stroke of our bodies, every gasp that escapes your lips. This is what it means to be Alpha... to have a strong, obedient female like you at my side, belonging entirely to me.