ROYCE. Sick of this family, I stand up.“Excuse me.”“Royce!” Dad snarls.“What do you mean by that, Royce?” Mom asks sharply.“Why don’t you ask your mate and favourite son exactly what they’re up to?” I growl. “Come on Charlotte, I’ll buy you some takeout.”Charlotte jumps up.“Ok.”“Sit down.” Dad snarls at her before his gaze turns to me. “The both of you!”She hesitates, glancing at me as I wait for her, before Mom takes hold of her wrist, forcing her to sit down, a pleading expression in her eyes.I shake my head and storm out of the dining hall.Dad shouts at me to stop, but I can’t.I’ve had enough.Walking down the hallway, I frown, lost in my thoughts.Just thinking about Skyla saying she felt sick and tired. Why do I feel Aleric did something?For how long do I stay silent, when I know they are hurting those important to me.Mom, Charlotte, Sky…Fuck…I look at the gold-framed portraits of the past Alphas of this pack, each one proud and powerful.The similarities between
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