George
I woke up in the middle of the night from a horrible nightmare.
I'm sweating buckets, heaving from the terrible scenario my mind conjured up. I get up from my bed and walk downstairs to the kitchen, poured me a glass of water, drank it and returned to the bedroom.
As I did, Charlie asked me if everything was alright to which I replied it is, I just had a bad dream.
Though our house has 3 bedrooms, dads had the great idea of putting me and my little brother in the same room as kids, leaving the third one free for guests.
The idea was once we reached puberty, Charlie would move into another room. Except by then, we're so used to rooming with each other, both of us refused to leave.
On the other hand, there's a free room to use if any of us need some time alone with a date, if you catch my drift.🤭
Though daddy doesn't let any of us alone in a room with closed doors. Alone with someone else, I mean. The only exceptions are Junior and Salvatore, Charlie's best friend.
It's fine. I'm used to it by now. Plus, I haven't met a teenager who doesn't know a workaround their parent's restrictions.
And I'm one to talk, since I have a secret relationship hidden from everyone except for Junior. Not that I'm ashamed of it in any way.
I don't give a flying fuck who sees me kissing anybody. But you know, it's not just about me.
"Good morning, George. Are you alright?" - Dad greeted me at the breakfast table, looking a bit worried.
"I'm fine, dad. I just had a bad dream. But I'm okay." - I replied, nonchalant.
"Did you dream you got mated to Stockwell?" - Charlie joked, laughing mischievously at me.
I glared so many daggers at him that a lesser boy would cower on his seat.
"That's not funny!" - I told him, angrily.
"You need to be the bigger person, son. You're the future Alpha. Who cares if he got the captaincy?" - Dad interjected in his serene tone.
"I care!" - I shouted, angrier than I anticipated. Daddy glares at me for yelling. Dad looks pitifully at me, which is even worse.
"OK, then. Charlie, when is your wrestling tournament? I wanna see you captain your team into a massacre." - Dad asked my brother, enthusiastically.
Every time I hear this word I wince. Fuck!
"It's not until next month, dad. But I'll text you the date once we're near it." - Charlie replied, sounding excited at the prospect.
My sour mood is barely containable at this moment, but I don't wanna take away from his achievement. I'm not that selfish!
"I'll go to yours too, son. Just so you know. Not just Charlie's." - Dad amended, noticing my sulking.
"I know, dad. Thanks." - I muttered under my breath.
Uncle Tony enters our house. He has his own key for some reason, but he rarely enters it unannounced.
"Good morning, uncle Tony." - Charlie and I greet him. He looks serious, but he wouldn't be here this early if it's good news.
"Good morning, boys. Morning, Alpha. Luna. There's a situation." - He announced, after bowing his head to my dad.
"Do you want to go to my room to talk?" - Dad offered, looking concerned. Daddy greeted him as well.
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