Chapitre 1: Chapter 1
"Did you hear? The real son of the Dumas family has been found."
"Really?" Ezra replies, acting oblivious to this. He could tell his classmate was trying to get a reaction from him. But he was rather indifferent to this information. "I didn't know that, " he said innocently. "Congratulations to them, then. I wish them the happiness they deserve. " He said all of this with an unchanging calm and gentle voice. His eyes didn't show any signs of anger or surprise either. This showed he knew about it and he felt rather indifferent to this piece of information.
Not getting the reaction he wanted, the classmate grits his teeth in annoyance and says, mockingly, "Doesn't this mean that you are no longer the the son of the Dumas? Such a pity."
Ezra smiled and said in response, "If you think so."
The classmate scowled in irritation and he was about to say something else, but the bell rang. This means the teacher would soon arrive and anyone caught not in their seat would be punished.
The classmate reluctantly went back to his seat, but Ezra knew it wasn't over.
'The family had already announced it?' he thought all of a sudden in the middle of class. Of course, he knew that the Dumas family had already found the real son about six months ago.
Mrs. Dumas told him back then, but he believes that they must have found the real son a lot longer than that. Mrs. Dumas probably came to tell him because she felt guilty for leaving out the son that she had raised for thirteen years.
He asked only one question about the son. "Is he an Alpha?"
"Yes, he is."
"Oh... Mr. Dumas would be very happy," he said to Mr. Dumas, his expression was a bit dull and lifeless.
Yes, Mr. Dumas would be very happy to have the Alpha son he's always dreamed of having.
Something he never was.
He had club activities to do after school that day. He's in the archery club and is one of the best students in it.
However, he wasn't able to properly concentrate because everyone was busy talking about the news of the real son of the Dumas family.
He drew his bow and aimed at the target before releasing it. 'Bullseye,' he thought as the arrow hit the center target.
He heard clapping and then turned around to his couch, A thirty-five-year-old Beta female with a blonde pixie haircut and sharp grey eyes, walked towards him.
"Nice shooting, Ezra," she said enthusiastically. "Soon enough we would be able to compete in the national archery competition.
Ezra nods in response. "Thanks, Ms. Winefry," he said.
She smiled at him and tapped his shoulder before bending down to whisper in his ear. "By the way, are you alright? You seemed to be absent-minded earlier."
"I'm fine," Ezra replies.
Ms. Winefry raised an eyebrow at him and Ezra couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I'm fine," he said, one last time.
"Alright, if you say so," she said, then squeezed his shoulder before turning to his teammate. "Micheal, you're up next!"
4:45 p.m. After practice...
By the time practice was over most of the students in the school had already gone home.
Ezra walked to the school gate, ready to walk to his apartment not too far from the school when he saw the Dumas family's car in front of the school's gate. The family driver, Mr. Gaston, a fifty-year-old veteran, stood in front of the car waiting patiently.
If the car is here it means that either Mr. Dumas or Mrs. Dumas is here to visit him.
He hoped it wasn't Mr. Dumas in the car. He always uses his pheromones to suppress him, and he is afraid of him because of what happened on the day of his differentiation.
He walks towards the car taking in deep breaths and reassuring himself that everything will be alright, and he won't get hurt this time around.
He gets to the driver. "Good evening, Mr. Gaston," he greets the man, using his eyes as a signal to ask if Mr. Dumas was in the car.
"Good evening, Ezra," Mr. Gaston replied, with a gentle smile on his face before shaking his head.
Ezra sighed in relief, his heart was beating in fear calmed down.
"Is Mrs. Dumas in the car?" he asked.
"No," Mr. Gaston replies. "I was sent here to pick you up," he said.
Ezra's face became a bit pale. "We are going to the family house?" he asked, his voice shaking a bit.
"I'm afraid so," Mr. Gaston replies.
Ezra's breath quickened, and his hands began to shake. "Of course," he said.
Mr. Gaston opens the back seat and Ezra enters the car. "I'll drive as slowly as I possibly can so you can prepare yourself," he said quietly.
Ezra smiled and said, "Thank you."
Mr. Gaston closed the door and walked to the driver's seat.
The family house. Why would he be asked to come to the family house all of a sudden?
Is it to meet his original family? Does his original family want to take him away?
'I hope my original family doesn't mind my gender,' he thought hoping that this visit doesn't end up bad for him.
They get to the Dumas family household, or mansion as most people around the world would call it.
The car was parked in the garage with the many other cars belonging to the Dumas family.
Ezra got out of the car and was welcomed by one of the family's butlers who escorted him to his former room here.
"Dinner would be served in an hour," he was told.
Ezra nodded in response and the door was closed shut.
He goes to the bathroom to take a bath and sighs in relief as he does so.
"I wonder when I'll be allowed to return home," he says scooping the foam absentmindedly.
He hopes it is very soon though, he can't stand being in this place for too long.
Cadeaux
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reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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