Tristan’s POV
I woke up each day to face training and life knowing full well that I wouldn't become an Alpha. It felt like a waste of time. I wanted to quit. I had sought an audience with Beta Kent at some point, and he had insisted that I continue.
I was my father's inside person and if he was going to take any step, he would contact me. My mum had agreed and so I continued.
I was still in training because of Tate. I was not deceiving myself. I knew there was no Alpha seat waiting for me at the end of camp, but as my mum said, who knows what use the training would be in the future.
I haven't heard from my father since the night Beta Kent came to our meeting point. I was sure that my father assumed that I didn't have a phone so there was no means of communicating with me.
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