I write Alpha men. Alpha with a capital A. From my warrior turned forest ranger in Little Red Riding Wolf, to my dark huntsman in The Queen’s Huntsman all my men share one characteristic. They are Alphas. Dominant confident Alphas who finally meet their match when they meet their mates and find out they can’t push their way through every situation. Men who finally face their worst fear, that they must expose their vulnerabilities to win the battle. The classic Alpha male dilemma.
I write Alpha men because I love the deep dark silence of the broody man who can’t express his feelings. I love their macho tenancies to push women, even tough capable women, out of the way of danger. And the way they hate apologizing afterwards. Because they know they’re right even when they’re wrong.
Alpha males will take on anything, face anything, if their hearts are in it. They carry men for miles over rough terrain, just so no one gets left behind. They can have rough and tough buddies just like them who they drink beer and thump each other on the back with blows that would knock another man down. Or they can be men of solitude. Men who ride alone, men in dark leather on motorcycles. Men most people would avoid.
Alpha males don’t cry, they don’t say they love you and they don’t talk about what they feel inside. These men tend to be inarticulate, so when they go to the supreme effort to speak about their feelings, you know they’re desperate.
And that pulls my heartstrings every time.
Give me the man of few words, but the man of action. A man who will crawl across burning coals for the woman he loves, but won’t say he loves her until he faces the utter decimation of his heart.
That’s the guy for me.
Why would a modern woman like a man who can’t share his feelings, will always think women need protection, and acts like your basic neanderthal? The process of change. I love watching men go through the shift from needing no one to being entwined with someone. From being strong to being vulnerable. I like to watch them go down, break down until they reveal the small boy hidden underneath.
There is nothing sexier than seeing a tough man, an Alpha male expose his inner heart for the woman he loves. For ever afterward when you see those big muscles, that über-warrior you know, he’s got a marshmallow heart.
Do you love Alphas or are you a beta woman? Leave a comment and tell me why.