Training was as tiring as it ever was. Gruelling to a point I was near collapse. But that was pushing me to be the Alpha I needed to be right? My father ensuring I was prepared to follow in his footsteps. Only as I felt like my lungs were on fire with every movement, I could not help but wonder if he was trying to punish me for something...
The training was so much more intense than the Alpha training I had attended once I had come of age. My physical fitness was higher than most upcoming Alphas my age, and that was down to the amount of training my body had been put through. But, any time that I tried to question my father for the reason behind it, he became defensive, or argumentative, and turned it upon me for not being good enough as the heir. It always came back to that...
