The Myth Of Male Power นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he adds. “How do I know that for sure?” Delegano clears his throat, “We need women to work alongside us and help us bring more into households, women aren’t surviving out there, many are being abused and mistreated by men because they aren’t being seen as the valuable members of society that they are, men have too much power and it’s destroying the country.” Everything in me was telling me that he was right and I knew it, I heard it on the news, read it in the papers and heard the conversations in the lunchroom but I didn’t want to betray my father.

“Seems like a design flaw to me…making the male lose his mind like that when the female’s in heat.” “It’s just our biology. That’s why you have all the power. It’s actually a perfect balance if you think about it.” She looks sceptical. “If you say so. Didn’t you promise me spectacular sex? This doesn’t sound so great to me.” “Oh yes, it will be the best sex you’ll ever have…that’s why you need to keep your head because I won’t. I can’t.” “Okay.” “You need to stay in the apartment with me. When your…lust takes hold, you’ll hump anything that looks in your direction. It’s against our laws, and the males--”

I wasn’t scared, exactly, but the thought of upsetting Jenny was enough to make me come over all defensive. How did this happen? Had I been indoctrinated? I could just imagine Jenny waiting until I fell asleep every night, and then whispering hypnotic suggestions into my ear. You can’t argue against women’s ability to guilt trip the shit out of you. Well played, feminists, well played. “They are not mated,” agreed Nicopez. “Females drain the source of magic.” He looked up at the glowing ball sitting on top of his staff. “He could not produce magic of this power if he took part in sexual congress.”

A transaction. Like shackling lightning and pretending it won’t burn you. Why does it feel heavier than before? “So she doesn’t get confused and start thinking she’s your equal,” he snarls. The words sit in my chest like a stone. He presses on, gaining momentum. “Once she’s yours, her strength feeds you. That’s how it works. A female’s power is meant to strengthen her mate. She carries it, yes—but she’s not meant to lead with it.” I let out a dry laugh. “She commands the fucking sky.”

He stayed back and made sure I was well taken care of. On my birthday my dad lost two great things, first the love of his life, my mother and secondly the hope of ever having a male child. An heir to his throne. So you can imagine how much deception and rage he had towards me. . History always talks about very great male Alpha kings but no one ever mentions a great Luna Alpha. The myth of 'no woman can be an Alpha' reigns amongst us!. Till date, it's a taboo!. Thus, shall we get back into history?.

It’s biological warfare. So yeah, if I am to comment on this Marcus experience, his story scares the living shit out of me. Not because it’s graphic, but because it’s plausible. It maps the dark potential of male power, intelligence, and privilege onto a canvas where there should be trust and care. It shows the monster not as an outsider, but as the man in charge. And that’s a mirror I wish I hadn’t looked into. Marcus isn’t just a villain in a story. He’s a warning.

"Oh my God, the old conscription argument again. Why don't men menstruate and get pregnant too?" I couldn't believe they were having this debate now, of all times. The familiar argument was almost comforting in its predictability. "A girl is rewarded for stealing a kiss," Philip continued, "And a man is imprisoned if he does." His statement prompted me to join the argument. "I've never heard of such a thing," I protested. "Don't make up stories!" Miriam grabbed the meat scissors and pointed them at Philip menacingly. "Because there are male rapists and virtually no female ones, there are male harassers and far fewer female ones. Girls can control and suppress their lusts, unlike men! Do you

“Why?” “He then explained that it was a lie. Older male wolves told the next generation that it was normal and even expected that male wolves would have a harder time controlling their wolves. And that it should be expected that men would sleep around because they did that themselves.” I met Vince’s eyes. “And all the following generations built this whole lie so that their sons, and their sons, wouldn’t be judged the same way female wolves were if they lost their virginity before mating. They wanted the excuse so that men could do whatever they wanted and it could be blamed on hormones.” “That’s not true. Males do have a bigger surge of aggression.” Vince sounded disgusted at my father.

“People always hate women more publicly than men.” The simple honesty in his voice caught me off guard. Dr. Mark continued calmly afterward. “If a man becomes powerful, people admire him.” He looked at me carefully. “If a woman survives beside powerful men, people start searching for what she manipulated to get there.” The words settled painfully deep inside my chest because they felt too true. “I didn’t even want this life,” I admitted quietly. “I know.” My eyes lifted toward him immediately. “You do?” “You still look surprised every time somebody opens a door for you.”

Seconds began to pass, as they turned into minutes, before finally my father opened his eyes, taking a step back from my Uncle Bishop. Shaking his head, as if he didn’t believe what he had seen, he says, “I just can’t believe it.” “Believe what?” I asked as I moved to his side, needing to know what he had seen. “This whole time we thought that the power was just in the hands of the daughters of our Moon Goddess’s blood, but it turns out that the real power lays in the hands of her sons.” My father tells me, as my Uncle Bishop begins to open his eyes, making me wonder what power lays within him, that was more powerful than the power my mother and I were blessed with.