The Alpha Is Dying

Diego

"Diego!"

I was awoken by a door's raid. I opened my eyes and got up from my bed when I saw Roy getting inside the hut I was in. He looked stressed out and confused.

"What?" I mumbled seriously.

"I thought you were gone!" he said and sighed as if he was so tired. He placed his hands on his hips. "Anyway, you have to go back to the habitat. The alpha wants to see you."

"My father... wants to see me?" I asked him.

"Well, yes," he answered.

I only furrowed my eyebrows, baffled and pretended that I did not understand what he just said. My father never wanted to see me. The last time we talked in a hearty manner was the time when my mother died. And yes, to include the part when I killed her.

Both my father and my brother despised me because of that. I knew deep inside that they wanted to kill me as a revenge for what I did to my mother.

Even though I could not get the idea of talking to my father about whatever he wanted to talk about except hiding from the habitat when I get aggres