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.