[Zane Eliezer’s POV]
“Prince Zane is at the door, alpha,” I could hear a faint voice from behind the ajar door. Alpha Eliezer’s room. I had never seen him in person and always saw his sketches in history and war/hunt theory books. I wonder what he would look like. People never believed me when I said that I had never seen Alpha Eliezer in person. I cared less about what they thought. Mother said I couldn’t meet him, so I didn’t even try to.
But when I saw other kids with their father, I wondered why they were allowed to hold their father’s finger and walk, why they were allowed to sit on their father’s shoulder and laugh. Mother said sons must not meet their father, so I followed her. Why didn’t that rule apply to other kids? Why was that rule only for me? In the stories I read in the bo
