A REPAID DEBT

Dante

I've been an alpha since I was twenty. In the last war I ever saw, my father was cut down in front of me and my mother when I was only six.

Occasionally I wished he had lived because growing up with his wife was no picnic at the park. She never once showed me or anyone motherly love, a trait crucial for a Luna.

I'm just a trophy for my mother. It took me a couple of years to realize I'd never get that type of bond, so I gave up trying with that woman.

So, sitting here with her to have breakfast seems all too suspicious to me.

"Why am I here?" I bluntly asked my mother.

Quirking a perfectly good eyebrow at me, she wipes her mouth. "Whatever do you mean son?" Mother answers with a question.

Gritting my teeth, I dig my nails into my fist to remain calm. "Why did you call me for breakfast mother, we don't do these sort of things together."

"Oh come on, we've eaten together plenty of times before." She insisted, looking at me as if I'm the fool.