Raiden’s pov “Dad asks if you will please behave when you’re in another alpha’s territory, since you’ll be representing our pack as the alpha heir.” Mom said, but by the sound of her voice, she knew it was unnecessary to ask. Yes, I had almost killed Dylan, but that wasn’t normal behavior for me. Especially not in other people’s packs. I knew how to conduct myself; I had all the formal training that was necessary to act like a good boy. Everything from dance, social skills, how to eat properly, which I only did when absolutely necessary, and everything else that was needed to be a well-behaved little Alpha heir. Dad meant well, but it still felt like a bullshit reason to call. “I’ll behave,” I uttered, and before I could stop myself, a low growl let out my throat when I saw Atalanta walk down the steps. Suzie was doing this on purpose to torture me; I just knew it. That dress she had our little mouse wear was braless, no less. It fit her like a glove, so well that I could see ever
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