Adrian's POV

"Now remember Adrian, always stand at attention, and no talking. Do I make myself clear?" Sir says, looking down at me. The eight year old me, nods before looking away from his permanent glare.

I can't remember the last time I saw Sir smile. I just remember that he wasn't like this when Mommy was alive. Sure he still glared, but he at least smiled at me. Now Sir tells me what to do. How to do it. I'm not allowed to play with toys. Those are for babies. I'm going to be an Alpha when I'm older. I can't play with them.

Sir told me that his friends are coming to visit us. I just hope that they'll bring one of their kids. It's lonely in this house. Sir built it for our family, it was supposed to be our home.

But it didn't feel like it.

It just felt like a place where I live. There's no happiness in here. There never was any happiness here. Even when Mommy was alive.

Sir walks off, hearing the doorbell ring. I place my feet together and stand straight. Just like how Sir told me to do.

I stay standing there as I hear mens laughter. They soon come around the corner and all notice me. They look at Sir before continuing on they're way. Completely ignoring me.

"Good job boy." Sir says, before walking after them. I relax my body before making my way to my room. It was fairly small, but I liked it. I could be me in here. I didn't have to worry about Sir walking in here, he was rarely ever at the house anyways.

I sit down next to my bed before pulling out the box of toys. I've never played with it, afraid Sir will see and I'll be punished. I've only ever just stared at them, imagining all the fun things that I could do with them. Other kids are very lucky, they're all allowed to play outside, have toys, have happy families.

I have one person that makes me happy. Theo. He's my bestest friend in the whole wide world. We would do everything together if we could, but Sir won't allow us too. I only ever see him at school.

Time passed quick and before I knew it, my tummy rumbles. I look down at the box once more before shoving it under my bed again and walking out the room. I can hear laughter coming from the dinning room, all the way from my room. Walking down the stairs, I slowly enter the room. I see all the men laughing and drinking.

No one seems to notice me, that is until I trip over the carpet. I quickly stand up and try not to cry from the burn on my knee now. Sir wouldn't like me crying in front of his friend. He doesn't like me crying at all. Says only babies do that, not future Alpha's.

"What is it boy?" Sir asks with a slurred voice. I look up at him nervously, and place my hands behind me back.

"Sir, i-is t-there any f-ood." I stutter out, feeling nervous as all the big men look down at me and my tiny frame. They all look unimpressed by my words. Sir seems to dislike it as well.

"What have I told you! Alpha's are not afraid of anything! But here you stand, stuttering like a complete idiot. I curse the day that you ever become Alpha. You'll run this pack into the ground. You're a coward. And that's all you'll ever be." He says before turning away from me and going back to talking with his friends. I try to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall.

I walk out the room slowly, not wanting to show him how much he affected me with his words. I walk into the kitchen and begin to search for something to eat. I soon find some bread and ham and make myself a sandwhich. I can still hear Sir and his friends talking. About me.

"I'd be so embarrassed to have a son like that. I don't know how you deal with him." One man says.

"He's a disgrace."

"I'm putting in a request to move into another pack just before he becomes Alpha."

I ran. I ran to my room, slammed the door and fell to the floor. The last comment hurt the most, mainly cause it was Sir who said it. I always knew he didn't believe in me, but I'd hoped that there was a little faith.

Guess not.

I still remember one day though, a day where Sir actually smiled at me. I think it was a few years after Mommy died and I was trying to make him smile. I always liked jokes, so I decided to try it on him. I did for many times, until one day, he finally smiled. It was the only happy memory I have of him. Now, all he does is glare at me. I'll only ever be a disappointment to him.

I still make my jokes though. Thats the time where I can be myself, and make people happy. I want to make people happy. I've never liked it when they're upset. Everytime Theo got upset, I'd tell him a funny story and that usually worked.

I wonder if Mommy would have liked my jokes?

Sir always told me how when they met they were the happiest couple in the world, but then their love died. I never understood why they couldn't just leave each other. Sir told me that they had to be a couple. That they were mates. How can you be mated to someone you no longer love? I don't want a mate. I want to have a choice in the person I love.

No one can tell me who I can or can't love-

"You little piece of shit!" I suddenly hear Sir yell as the door slams open. I look up at him in fear as he stumbles into the room, still glaring at me.

"S-Sir-"

"Shut up! I told you! I told you no talking! And what do you do? You talked! You embarrassed me in front of my friends! Gawd, I wish that condom never broke!" He continues to yell and scream, throwing some of my stuff against the wall. Breaking them.

"Why did you have to be such a disappointment?" He cries out, falling to the floor and letting tears flow down. I make the brave move and crawl over to him before wrapping my arms around him. He doesn't shove me off like usual, just sits there.

"I promise I'll be the son that you want Sir."