I could see it there again. That same look upon my Dad’s face. The expectations he had of me. I was not allowed to do so much as to falter on this path to being Alpha. He hated any sign of failure. Disappointing him was never an option. This was the thing that had me distancing myself from my father and my pack. I did not know how to handle the pressure. Speaking to him about it would only show weakness, and weakness to him would be a reason to be disappointed. It just could not happen...
The silly thing was, I wanted to be Alpha. It was a role I was born to take, and a role I was proud to inherit, yet the very thought continued to fill me with dread. I was not the man my father was. And, I feared I was not the man he expected me to be. I was weaker. I was battling inner demons he could
