Milo loves sex, parties and alcohol. He adores the thrill of being young, wild and mateless.
He has witnessed his family and friends find their mates, settling down and living happily ever after. But this has never appealed to Milo. He wants to be...
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"Again, Nathaniel!" My dad bellows from across the clearing.
I lurch forward and attempt to swing at him but my body is slack from exhaustion and minimal sleep. It's now been a few days since seeing Milo at the party. A day since finally discovering his name.
I didn't want to know his name. If I didn't know that about him, it meant I could distance myself but now it makes it real–so incredibly real.
"What is up with you, son?" He grumbles, storming towards me.
I place my hand to my forehead and I wipe back the sweat that is now beading there. "Sorry," I say pathetically. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."
His dark eyes analyse my own. He's trying to find a way in to see if I'm lying but I've thrown up my guards. I hear him huff out a sigh and he retreats again.
My father has been training me since a young age. As my father is the beta of the pack, he's training me up to become next in line after him. He's always been quite forceful in his training sessions, wanting me to be the best.
Despite how brutal he can be, I wouldn't call him abusive. It's more like tough love.
He'll still hug me when I need one and tell me that he loves me. It's very bitter sweet.
It's been this way since I can remember.
My dad lunges forward and knocks me directly onto my back. Fuck. I can't concentrate for a single second. I groan against the floor as my back muscles begin to spasm, I didn't even bother to warm up today.
He towers over me, blocking my eyes from the gleaming son. "I don't know what the hell is going on with you, Nate, but you need to sort it out."
There is no way I could tell him about Milo. Not yet anyway.
Not that he's ever told me who I should be with, man or woman but because I know what he'll say and he's the last person I want nagging me about it. It's something I need to sort through by myself, in my own time.
My dad hasn't focused on me finding my mate like most parents do for their children, all he cares about is making me into a strong leader that will help the future Alpha. He wants his strong beta line to carry on and he wants me to lead as an example.
I've always feared letting him down. Especially after all the effort he has put into training me, guiding me, supporting me. It's not like I even got a chance to decline the idea, it's set in stone what I'm destined to do and part of me is petrified because I don't think I'll ever be ready for it.
"I think I need to call it a day," I admit.
There is no point going on like this. It's just pathetic and I don't want my dad getting the wrong idea. I push myself up from the floor and stare into his eyes.
