Duke Raven: The Alpha's Weak Son

[Duke's]I was awakened from my slumber after I heard voices singing merrily near my bed. I squinted my eyes to see what was happening and saw my mother and my twin younger brothers, Koby and Toby. Mother was holding a cupcake with a lighted candle on top and the three of them were singing. A smile formed on my lips realizing what was happening. “Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Duke. Happy birthday toyou…”That’s right. Today is my 9th birthday. I was so excited about it yesterday that I even slept late last night. My lips were smiling widely as I looked around my room. But seeing the absence of one person, my arched lips slowly faded.My mother must have seen me do that, so she spoke to get my attention. “The candle is almost melted, go quickly make a wish, son.” She told me. I looked at the cupcake in her hand and saw that the candle is already almost half of its original size. So, I firmly closed my eyes and uttered my wish in silence. After blowi

At home, my mother was at the door waiting for us. Her face softened seeing me, but she glared at my father behind. “What’s wrong with your shoulder?” She asked, seeing the bandage that Father tied.“It’s just a simple broken shoulder, Lucia, it’ll heal tomorrow,” Father answered for me and proceeded to enter our house past us.I saw mother’s lips pursed as she closed her eyes. It was a similar expression I saw back then when I accidentally broke our window while playing. Is she mad?Mother’s eyes opened and she looked at me gently. “You’ll be healed tomorrow after a night’s sleep but the way your father-” She paused and closed her eyes again before she continued, “Will you go to your room first, honey? I’ll come up later to retie your bandage.” She softly said.I nodded, “Yes, Mother.” And climbed up to my room as I was told. A few seconds later, Mother’s angry voice echoed downstairs.--Morning the next day, my broken shoulder had already healed up. My wounds and injuries before ta

“We’re sending our condolences.”“Condolences, Raul.”“Oh, poor kids. Why did Lucia have to leave so early?”Those are not the only words I heard since people began coming for Mother’s funeral. I hated those looks of pity but Father’s blank expression is what irks me more.“Are adults really like Father, big brother Duke?” Toby’s question made me look at him. My eyes also shifted to Koby who is sitting with us. I do have the same question as them but I decided to give my opinion as an answer. “No. Father is different.” I simply said.I do not hate Father. But sometimes, especially right now, I hate that I don’t understand why can’t he show emotion similar to us. Did he not love Mother as much as we love her? Did he not?Those questions remained in my mind, and I ended up dreaming about them. And the moment I woke up from my nap, it was time to bid my final goodbye to my mother.But when I was about to approach my mother’s body, I was grabbed by one elder wolf and was guided back insid

My father and I were not talking to each other after that day. And I was avoiding him, too. Not because I was afraid of him, but because I was still mad about what happened. I just don’t understand him. “Duke?” One of the housemaids named Susan called me. I turned to her. “Uh?” “Your milk’s about to spill, honey.” She warned, pertaining to the milk I am pouring on my cereal. I looked at my bowl; the milk is almost near its mouth. I quickly stopped pouring the carton of milk before it spills all over the table. If Father was present, I would have been scolded already. “Thank you, Nana Susan.” She gave me a small smile and took an extra bowl from the cupboard above me. She then took my bowl of cereal and transferred the excess milk to the other bowl she got. “You seem to have a lot in mind. What does someone your age think so deeply this early in the morning?” She carefully asked me. I fell silent. Then I looked at her. “Nana Sus

Duke's Viewpoint {Flashback}   “Uhmm… Duke?” I heard someone call me from behind. I looked around to see who it was. “You’re…” I tried to remember his name but sadly, I cannot. It is the first time he came and approached me after all. “Uhm, yes?” I asked. “Earlier…” He said, looking so hesitant to speak. Earlier? Now that I remembered. He’s the one who spoke something about my eyes after Grey left and before Mrs. Campbell arrived. I stood and fully faced him. I noticed how he took one step back so; I did not come closer anymore. I know why he’s scared anyways. Getting caught while talking to me will earn him Grey’s wrath and be his next target. And it’s not only him who doesn’t want that. Everyone as well. This explains why I’m unaware of his name or any of my classmates’ names to be precise “Yeah, about earlier. What were you trying to say about my