113- Lucas

Lucas

Since childhood I liked people praising me. I was handed over to king Ezequiel James as a slave at the mere age of 5 years.

For his kids, he was a doting father.

For me, he became my mentor.

I still remember once I asked him, "Your highness! Noah will be the next king because he is your son?"

He did get my intended sarcasm and chuckled at that.

"Lucas. Kingdom will belong to someone who will prove his worth."

I liked the answer and made it my mission. The king must have forgotten it. I could not get it out of my mind.

I became best friends with Asher and Noah. Asher was the future Alpha and Noah was the future King.

The hard work made me sweat but nothing could stop me to reach the top.

The only hindrance had been Noah. No matter how hard I tried. I used to be one or two steps back as compared to him. In every match, Asher and I were the second best because Noah used to be the best of the best. Just like his father.

Every time I used to congratulate him on his success with an op