Discontent

Lucas

"Where are you off to?" My father's voice echoes through the hallway, halting my steps before I can escape the suffocating walls of our house. His sharp senses, honed by years of being an Alpha, always seem to catch my movements, as if he has an invisible leash around me, restricting my freedom.

I turn to face him, trying to maintain a semblance of calm despite the rising frustration within me. "Just going out," I reply nonchalantly, hoping to evade any further interrogation.

But my father isn't so easily appeased. His eyes narrow, disapproval etched across his face like deep furrows. "Get back here, boy," he commands, his voice laced with authority. "You think you can come and go as you please? As long as you're under my roof, you'll follow my rules."