113. Alpha Duty

|| Alaric’s POV || The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of the television casting long shadows across the walls. I checked my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness. My father sat across from me, his face twisted in a scowl as he took another sip from his glass. The amber liquid swirled as he raised it to his lips, his movements sharp and deliberate. The news played on a loop in the background, Kael’s smug face plastered across the screen as reporters praised his “heroic” decision to step back into the race for Alpha King. “Bastard,” my father muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with venom. Without warning, he hurled his glass across the room, the crystal shattering against the wall. This was the third one tonight. I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my chair. “Have you called me over here to show me how many glasses you can break?” I asked, my tone dry. My father’s eyes snapped to mine, his anger palpable. “That br