I won't let this die

The male went down beneath the Alpha's weight (or so she thought) and without much fanfare, she clamped down hard. She shifted her weight to try mounting his broad shoulders, hoping to splay her body on top of his while growling low in her throat. "Majesty" would rue the day he stepped foot on her mountain again, just as she had promised.

But then, as her nose riffled through his fur and she stiffly examined him, she found it wasn't Majesty at all. It was a Sitri, a male who had been nothing but loyal to her. The instantaneous submission made more sense when she considered that, and just as quickly as she had launched her dominance assault, she slid back, licking her lips appeasingly. The growling in her throat changed to a gentle purr of approval and apology, for Sitri's willingness to be lorded over even though he had done nothing was an instant balm to Jinx's open emotional wounds.