Chapter7

#Chapter7

Adrian's POV

/"Now remember Adrian, always stand at attention, and no talking. Do I make myself clear?/" Sir says, looking down at me. The eight year old me, nods before looking away from his permanent glare.

I can't remember the last time I saw Sir smile. I just remember that he wasn't like this when Mommy was alive. Sure he still glared, but he at least smiled at me. Now Sir tells me what to do. How to do it. I'm not allowed to play with toys. Those are for babies. I'm going to be an Alpha when I'm older. I can't play with them.

Sir told me that his friends are coming to visit us. I just hope that they'll bring one of their kids. It's lonely in this house. Sir built it for our family, it was supposed to be our home.

But it didn't feel like it.

It just felt like a place where I live. There's no happiness in here. There never was any happiness here. Even when Mommy was alive.