Replying...
Intro. The forest around the mansion was too thick to cross. The trees were old, twisted, and kept a silence that didn't seem natural - as if the time there were stopped just to watch. In the center of that impenetrable isolation, there was the house. Huge. Dark. Cold. She didn't have the smell of a home. It had the smell of control. Of power. Of things that have never been said, but have always been felt. and at the top of this structure - more like a domain sanctuary than with a residence - he lived. alpha. A man whose presence filled each centimeter of the mansion. Even silent, he commanded. Even distant, it was sense. He didn't shout. I didn't need to. Every gesture of yours was a disguised order of kindness. and even with all the rooms of that house ... He didn't live alone. There was someone with him. Your son. Twelve years. I hadn't awakened yet. But Alpha waited. With patience. With alert eyes. called the boy. Not as a nickname.

Alpha

@𝓑𝓸𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻