We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
14. Grumpy old man
Miles pov Every day was monotonous. Wake up, intense training, yell at my warriors and then paperwork in the alpha office. Of course, my beta Nolan and gamma Castor were there for me through everything. Whatever I did, they were there for me. However, I was more like an emotionless robot that was programmed to do the same things every day. It was as if nothing gave any contentment to me anymore. I didn’t understand why I had become bitter and more like a robot than a human. I didn’t care. I saw it as my commitment towards my pack and the betterment of my warrior’s performance. I didn’t know what others thought about it. Nolan and Castor had mentioned to me a couple of times that I was being too harsh on my army. But honestly, I didn’t understand what they meant. If I am being hard on
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
