Fool - 1

My muscles burned from training and all I wanted to do was take a shower, but Father sent for me. When your father was the alpha, you had to obey, even if you were sweaty and stinky. I sniffed, trying to wipe some sweat off my forehead. I only mixed it with the sweat on my arm and make me feel even more miserable. Wesley, Father’s beta, was leaning against the gym door frame. His muscled build made the doorway appear smaller.

“Any idea what he wants to talk about?” I asked, walking up to him.

“No idea, but he’s in a mood. He went out hunting with new enforcer recruits and came back all growly.”

I sighed, running my hand over the short stubble that was my hair in irritation. “Let me guess, he screwed his knee, didn’t he?”