Chapter 8: _ Shitty Family
~Axel's Point Of View~
"Can we be on the lookout for our mate now that we're heading out?" Hugo whined for the fiftieth time that morning, his voice like a toddler begging for a cookie before breakfast. "You're wasting time! What if she's right here? Right under our nose?"
"Hugo," I muttered under my breath, making a beeline for the hallway leading to the salón de estar, which was the main living room in the pack house.
"We live in the middle of a forest. Unless you think she's disguised as a squirrel, you need to calm down."
A mate... something I didn't care much for. I wasn't ready for the responsibilities that came with that. I wasn't much for commitment. It was why I passed on the Alpha position.
Hugo huffed dramatically, the mental equivalent of throwing himself onto a couch. "You're so closed-minded. I bet when we finally meet her, she'll wonder why it took us so long. This is why you're single."
"Thanks for the pep talk, Dr. Phil," I shot back, rolling my eyes as I passed the Hall of Triumphs which was a corridor lined with portraits of ancestors who, according to family legend—never made a single bad decision in their lives.
As I approached the central living area, I heard the rumble of my father's voice. Alpha Tomás always spoke like he was addressing a courtroom, even if the topic was as mundane as breakfast.
That man. Pfft.
Anyway, my curiosity was piqued and I paused at the doorway, my wolf ears twitching. Inside, the scene unfolded like a dramatic telenovela.
Seated on a sofa, my father, Alpha Tomás, sat with his hands clasped under his chin. Opposite him, my mother, Luna Ana, sat on the edge of an armchair in an elegant posture. Between them, Alvaro, my younger brother, fidgeted with a silver goblet.