Michael's POV

*Knock 

*Knock 

I heard knocking on my door. Stifling my groan, I sat up and stared at the door. I glared at it like it was the reason for the disturbance in my sleep and not the person behind knocking it. I threw away the blanket that was covering my body and grabbed a robe on my way to the door. I pulled it over my shoulder and opened the door. There stood a servant with his eyes downcast. 

“Don't you know to not disturb me in my sleep? Or would you like a demonstration of the punishment one gets, when they wake me up from my sleep? Do you want to get whipped publicly?” I asked in a deadly voice to the servant who was shivering in fear. I smirked at his apparent fear. 

“I would be happy to do so.” I said joyously. Just for fun, I took a step forward, only to see an expected reaction from the servant. His reaction was instant, he cowardly took a step back. He probably thought I was going to take a swipe at him. But he was lucky that I only fought men my size or above my size. And he was obviously about to piss his pants. 

“State, why are you here for?” I demanded. 

“Alpha wants to meet you and his other son.” He answered. His answer angered me. I waved my hand and dismissed him before he became the victim of my anger. 

His other son. My twin brother. 

James. 

He is someone that I hate with the intensity that no one could fathom in their whole life. I don't think it's ever heard that two twins, two — brothers — one — soul, who share such a deep connection from even before birth, would hate each other. It's unheard off, but it doesn't mean it can't be real. I hate my brother. Like no one can. 

That low life is the reason why I'm still not an alpha yet. 

Ignoring the irritation, I walked back into my room. I had to follow my father's order. After all, he is the Alpha. So I changed my clothes and made my way to his room. Just as I was about to knock, a shadow fell over me. 

“What did you do this time? Don't you have anything to do except getting in trouble?” I asked that joker. My voice rumbled a little from the annoyance that I was feeling from having to meet my father with this fucker. 

James' face appeared on my side. And that fucker was smirking. 

“Huh? And here I thought that it was you who got into trouble this time. Damn I even lost my chance to sit back and watch you work in the Labor field with a bunch of Betas as a punishment.” James said and after that he laughed like an idiot. He looks like a monkey when he laughs. Except he looks like a monkey that has a snorty laughter. 

My lips tucked up at the thought. Ignoring him, I raised my knuckles to knock on the door but stopped in the middle. 

Before I could even knock, I heard, “Come in.” 

A deep voice boomed from the other side of the door. My dad's voice was unusually deep and dominating. It makes even me and James, the most dominating and powerful wolves in the pack to cower a little. It's what Alpha's voice looks like. One day, I would be the one to have that aura in my presence and that power in my voice. An Alpha that everyone fears and respects the most. 

We both entered our father's room. There stood my father with a body that nobody can tell belongs to an old man. With his six packs, his black hair and sharp jaw which made him look more handsome, anyone could mistake him for a man in his mid — thirties and not older than two — hundred years. 

James and I both have inherited his looks from our dad but our blue eyes and blonde hair we inherited was from our mothers. Our past mother. 

“When are you two going to start searching for your mates? You're both twenty-seven, not seventeen. Your mates had already found their mate. When are you both going to look for your mates?” He asked, buttoning up his sleeves. He raised an eyebrow at both of us. Expecting an answer. 

“We're just kids dad. Let us have our fun. Why are you dragging my mate into this?” James spoke. 

“Your mate?” Dad questioned him. James rolled his eyes. I wanted to do the same. 

Again, his mate topic. 

“Fine. Both of our mates. But what's the hurry? We're still young. At least, I am. Not sure about him.” He said. The feeling to snap right back at him was heavy but agreed with his first part. I hate to agree but he was right. 

We're still young. He should let us live a little. I mean, we're not getting any younger. If I find my mate, I'll be stuck with her for the rest of my life. And honestly, to me, it is utter stupid to find someone and having to be stuck with someone forever. Who wants that? I don't know about anyone else but I don't. Life would become boring if that happens. 

“None of you think that you are too young for you to become an Alpha? Then what's wrong with having a mate at your side.” Dad retorted to James' comment. That is true. We both want to become Alpha, and we're ready to kill each other for that. Even though both of us think that we are too young to have a mate.