Not everyone could be called a morning person. Zane, the Alphas' only son, definitely was not the type of person who would smile and laugh after waking up. He arrived back home around 4 am, a long time after his best friend's party was over.
"Zane, you're about to take over the pack, you need to follow my example and stop acting like a boy," his father's voice invaded his thoughts as Zane stretched his sore limbs lazily.
Unlike his father- Zane didn't see himself as a boy anymore, nearing age eighteen. He had followed his father's lead and learned everything about being an Alpha since he was five years old. The young man knew more than a lot of the most experienced pack warriors. The careless Alpha-to-be couldn't find any problem in his behavior. He had a goal to enjoy at least a little from his teens- after taking the leader rank, he will lose any chance to do as he pleases. Zane knew that he was willing to enjoy a little of life, and that didn't mean that he was not ready for the responsibility.
He would readily admit that sometimes, he did got a little carried away. But who doesn't?
He is about to watch how his father, a long term Alpha, steps down, and after that, Zane will come into the picture. As soon as the title is given to him- so will all of the responsibilities. Meetings, paperwork, all other annoying things, topped with only fun he will have- training. That's precisely when his careless life will come to a halt- no more parties, fun, drunk and wild nights with his friends.
The only thing Zane truly feared was ending up just like his father- locked into his cabinet, stressing over everything, living each day on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
He was sure that as soon as he takes the title- he might change a lot of things around the pack.
Finally, Zane manages to push his thoughts aside and gets out of his bed, wondering how he managed to wake up this early.
It was 6 am, meaning he slept for two hours, at best. As much as he wanted to regret his decision, Zane couldn't. The party ended up on a more positive note than he planned- he couldn't make himself leave all fun even if he wanted to. Not that he ever did.
Instead of drowning in self-pity for countless sleepless nights, Zane walked straight to the bathroom. He took a quick, cold shower to freshen up and hide at least a little of scent multiple she-wolves left on him. Zane wrapped a towel around his hips and looked at himself in the mirror- from head to toes. The usual, smug smile appeared on his lips.
"Just a little more and this bullshit will come to an end," he thought to himself, silently dreaming about mornings when he will be allowed to sleep in. Who in their right mind would tell an Alpha for how long he can sleep?
"Thankfully, I have to go to school, so at least half of my day will be peaceful. I couldn't bear any more meetings in the early mornings.
I mean, who does that?
My brain isn't fully awake yet, but my father already demands me to make crucial decisions before I have had my cup of coffee. He needs to calm down and enjoy life a little." Zane muttered under his breath. He wasn't the best student, but if the school was the only place where he could hide from torturous meetings- he was sure that he was the first to arrive there.
Whenever he started thinking about responsibilities- Zane acted like an annoying child. He would do things he enjoys instead of something he is told to do.
When someone knocked on his bedroom door, the young man was irritated to the extent of ripping someone's throat out.
"Come in," he hissed, standing in the middle of the bedroom, only the towel covering his body.
"I'm sorry, the Alpha sends me here to check on is his son awake yet. He would like for young mater to come downstairs and have breakfast with him and Luna," a girl stood in front of Zane, her hands visibly shaking, throat dry, each word leaving her lips sounding painful.