When Tonya first heard of the word 'Alpha' and the name 'Brutus' after it, she initially imagined a very tall man, packed with hard muscles and with a full-grown facial beard.
She also thought about those actors in Hollywood who were usually cast as lumberjacks, gladiators, and wrestlers. A man, riding his white horse while wearing shiny armor, a mighty sword clinging down his belt, and a red cape flapping against a beautiful castle backdrop.
He should be charming, strong, and oozing with a kind of appeal irresistible to the rest of womankind. The type that would make girls cry just because of a smirk, a simple turn of his head, or maybe by the way he gracefully walked into a room and silently filled it with his unquestionable virility.
That was how Tonya envisioned an Alpha.
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