Bartholomew walked depressingly down the depressing road, before opening the door to his parents house. He walked gloomy past his dad, who was on the couch sipping a beer. He glared at his beta, and less sigma son. He knew the look well. It was one of disappointment.
Bartholomew glances at his dad, feeling … sad. But, he immediately tried to push it down. Alphas don't get sad, Alphas don't feel emotions. His father threw an unopened can of beer at his head. It exploded open upon impact. Bartholomew teetered and fell, the force of the throw from the alpha in the house knocking off his socks, literally.
“Get back to your cave of shame, beta,” his fatherly parental figure growled, asserting dominance over the now quivering beta.
“Yes fatherly parental figure,” the beta sighed.
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