Growing up wasn't easy for me, I grew up hearing my father and my siblings loath the Meeton family. Since the day I started differing the good from bad, that's all I heard, in the morning , in the afternoon and at night it was the same thing. They made sure to make me loathe them as they did and with time I did.It always hurt me for loathing someone who you even never met in the first place, by that time Paxton was the king so I never saw or met his son at all but I hated him to the core without knowing him. After winning the war, alpha Paxton made sure to hide his son from the world. What Dean did, was out of this country, even other supernaturals respect him for what he did. He made history at such a young age and I should have admired him if it wasn't for the hate that was implanted into me at such a young age.
He destroyed my life every day, all my family cared about, was him and I hated it. I never got the love I deserved and it's all because of Dean Meeton who had messed with their heads and made Father push me away, and I hated them for that. I never got my father's love like my brothers.
At the age of four, my father took us to Landon to study like he told the people but in a normal sense, he took us to this training camp where most of the supernatural creatures train from. I was sad that I was leaving home, leaving my father. I was too young but my father simply said and I Quote, "if that piece of shit could kill a person at eight years old, you can also do it son with the right training" that's what he said though, on the other side I was happy coz I knew I would be Dean Meeton free.
I hated the fact that my family wasn't normal. When other parents take their children to the park or play with them and tell them stories, mine wasn't like that. When my father took me to bed at night, instead of singing or telling me stories, he made sure to implant more hate towards Dean, and my brothers made sure to back him up every time. It was the main course of the day and I hated it. So going to the camp made me happy, I thought I would never hear anything about Dean but if you're cursed, nothing goes your way.
Luck wasn't on my side cos that's the first thing I heard when we entered that hell hole. When I say we, I mean with my brothers. I was happy I went with them. They took care of me and I appreciated it so much. At least they tried.
Though the difference at the camp was, those werewolves used to praise him, they used to talk about Dean like a God which was so different from my pack where everyone loathed him. They used to say that he saved them from dying and they will forever be grateful to him. At the time I didn't know why they said that but with time I understood them.
Killing my mother and beta saved them which was true coz killing someones' chosen mate, makes the other weak, so when Dean killed my mother, it made my father weak to fight leading him to lose to the Meeton family.
My brothers used to beat up the kids who praised Dean, and I hated it so I buried myself in training not giving them any mind coz I didn't have anything to do about it. I knew nothing could stop them. They hated the man with everything in their bodies. Everything changed when father came and took Glenn and David after five years saying he wants to train them himself. After all, David was the next in line, he needed to be trained by father himself.
Since that day I didn't see my father or siblings again and I was happy, the camp was peaceful with fear until my eighteenth birthday when Father came to the camp and picked me up, saying that I was ready to be the head warrior, sometimes I thought they had forgotten about me since they never came and visit.
I asked Father why he never visited. He said that I needed more training and him being there would have made me weak and I had to protect David the future alpha and that was the day he told me that Dean tried to kill me before which I didn't understand and when I asked him to elaborate more, he just said that there wasn't anything to explain. He said, just know he tried to kill you, that's all.
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The forbidden rule (MxM) (A werewolf story)
Ficção GeralI kolan Bexton, in and out of control, I will forever want a dominant even if it's a forbidden rule number one. I have written many stories. But I still suck at the description. Please read and find out.