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The breaking of an heir
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2025-12-14 16:47:00ALPHA CYRUS
Nothing like me! I had always known my son, Draven, was soft. I had known it from the day he first shifted… late, trembling, and confused, the way a pup who had been sheltered too long would tremble. But I had hoped that time, pressure, and responsibility would mold him into something worthy of Lunaris blood. Hope is a curse. Hope was a foolish thing for an Alpha to cling to, but a father… a father sometimes allowed himself that weakness. This morning, however, was yet another reminder that Draven was nowhere near ready. And I was running out of patience. I stood in the training yard, arms folded across my chest, watching him spar with one of the senior warriors. Or rather… watching him fail to. The boy had heart, that much I would give him, but heart meant nothing without discipline, instinct, or the will to dominate when necessary. The warrior lunged, Draven d
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