The Alpha's Brother
Dad snapped, pushing his way inside the large Alpha suite which was spread out over the top floor of the packhouse.
“I was asleep. you do know what sleep is right?” I sniped, earning yet another dirty look from my Dad. I seemed to collect them.
“Yes, oddly enough I know what sleep is, I am a werewolf not a fucking vampire. Unlike you, I just maintain a decent sleep pattern, so I am capable of completing the duties expected of me as Alpha. And you wonder why we are not prepared to hand the title to you?” My Dad’s word were cold, and they hurt. More criticism. I don’t think anything I had ever done had pleased my parents. I imagine they found things to complain about the day I was born too...