Betrayed By My Mate, Mated To His Father

"You need to do something before they kill us all," Brandon's voice thundered.

A nerve ticked in his reddened face, a reminder that he was seconds away from banging his fists on the table.

But no matter how angry he was, even he knows he had to compose himself. The Lycan spirit was second to none.

And I was the last living one.

"The Goddess hasn't spoken." I explained to him for the fifteenth time today.

My hot headed son glared at me from behind his desk, jaw set tight. His blonde hair and green eyes were a stark difference from the dark curls on my head and the red color of my eyes- a tell tale of the Lycan spirit.

"That's bullshit. You're the Lycan Alpha. You don't need to wait for some goddess to speak before you act."

Did I say he was hotheaded? I meant he was a fool.

The werewolf kingdom was only where it was today because of the goddess. Our forefathers had pledged their allegiances to her and she'd protected and provided for them.

We'd spread over the earth at an alarming rate over the last century and now we'd finally conquered the world. Humans and all other beings bowed at our feet.

"How many times do I have to remind you? We are wolves Brandon, we need the Goddess's guidance."

"Maybe we don't. Haven't you thought about how much better our lives would be if we weren't tethered to her?"

The cold presence that sharply rose to the surface of my mind was one was I was used to.

'What?'

My jaw clenched hard. Statements like this were what made me secretly grateful that Brandon didn't inherit the Lycan gene. He was too egoistical to understand the weight it held.

Rhys, my Lycan made me the strongest being on the planet. I was undefeated and almost impossible to kill. But even I wasn't invincible.

My many gifts were directly tethered to the Goddess herself. She was my creator.

'Caution your offspring human. The goddess is to be respected and reversed.'

I unclenched my jaws and forced a calming breath in.

He's just a child. He doesn't know what he's saying.

"What was it that you needed my help with?." I asked, changing the topic.

He'd invited me out of the my pack for a chat which was unlike him.

Brandon was as prideful as they come. Ever since he left my pack and established his pack at nineteen, he'd been hesitant to reach out. So I know whatever he invited me for was important.

" You know I don't mean to push but the attacks are getting worse."  He said wisely. His face was downcast and his head bowed at the energy radiating from me.

'Only one person doesn't bow to our energy.'

Not now Rhys.

I studied Brandon's still bowed head and pride washed warmly through me. He might have many flaws but he was still the boy I raised. His statement was probably out of the agitation from the attacks.

'Yeah Probably.'

Rhys grumbled angrily, retreating to the back of my mind.

The umbrals issue was one that had kept us up more nights than most. They were unlike any other creatures we've ever seen. Not wolves, witches,vampires or even faes. Just weirdly strong, freakish looking beings.

“Where this time?” i asked.

“Thd Eastern border pack. They wiped them out completely before the response teams arrived.”

I inhaled sharply.

They took out a whole pack?

A haze of anger clouded my gaze. The goddess was taking her sweet time with this one.

"I'm doing all I can and you know the council wouldn't..."

A familiar, delicious honeysuckle milky scent wafted through my nose. My words caught in my throat.

Rhys rushed forward panting and whining.

'Want her. Find Her Now.'

I tightened with both dread and want.

Almost like I'd wished upon a well, the door flies open.

Think of the devil and she shall appear. Except Taylor was no devil. More like a honeysuckle-and-warm-butter-smelling, delectably built angel.

“Hey,” she said softly, peering her blonde head into the room.

My eyes locked on hers immediately.

Taylor, my son’s mate and the bane of my existence, sashayed into the office to stand beside Brandon. She wore a tight little tank top and jean shorts, but with the figure she had, she might as well have been naked.

I leaned forward, my fingers digging into my thighs.

'I want a taste. NOW.'

Rhys No. We can't.

Did she not realize how fucking tempting she was?

Her perfectly perky C‑cup tits bounced as she shifted her body weight to her other hip.

She.

Wasn’t.

Wearing.

A

Fucking.

Bra.

'She shouldn’t ever wear clothes.'

Images of a naked Taylor flashed through me. Her sweet ass spread open, hands curled into the sheets, body yielding under… me.

Stop it, Rhys.

I chanced another look back at her and noticed the flour smudge on her glowing cheek. I hadn’t even noticed that she was carrying a steaming pie.

“Hi, Alpha Dante,” she greeted politely.

Always so fucking polite.

I grunted in response.

I watched her face twist into a hateful scowl. My lips lifted into a devilish smirk.

She swiveled her head and smiled brightly at Brandon. “I brought you pie,” she said.

Brandon finally looked up.  “You didn’t have to,” he said, smiling at her like she hung the stars in his sky.

A painful grip tightened around my heart.

“I wanted to,” she answered brightly.

Biting her lip, she shifted the glass container in her hands to the table, pushing aside a stack of papers and a breakfast tray. She reached up and brushed her shiny blonde hair away from her face.

I shoved the air out of my lungs.

It was almost time for her next haircut. Her side curls were a little long, covering her eyes and giving her an I just woke up look.

I loved them.

But I hated that they blocked my view of her sharp blue eyes.

Her tongue swiped across her plump bottom lip. I fought the urge to let out a groan.

'I need a taste Human. Now.'

He surged to the front of my mind again, fighting for control. I could feel my eyes flash.

I'm reminded again of the first day I met her.

' Five years, three months, and five days ago.'

Yes Rhys, I know.

We were introduced at a random ball. I had my aura spread out and everyone was bowing except her. She took one look at me, snickered, and asked if this was the great and mighty lycan.

Rhys, my Lycan spirit, had taken over my body for the first time.

Before I could stop myself, I brought my palm up to her perfect, glowy cheek.

She looked shocked and asked me what the hell I was doing. I took back control but couldn’t, for the life of me, come up with something to say. Instead, I kept my hand there and glared into her pretty eyes.

And she glared back.

Five years later, I still couldn’t get her out of my mind.

In one final push, Rhys took over my body.

I had little control I had over my body when it came to the curvy little vixen who had just turned twenty‑four three weeks ago—making her nineteen years my junior, and my son’s mate.

Rhys whimpered as I struggled and got control back.

Shifting in my chair, I crossed one leg over the other, and focused on the edge of the desk in front of me.

Anything to take my mind off the woman in front of me.

“Dad,” Brandon said. “Are you okay?”

His eyes moved suspiciously from her to me.

“Im fine,” I growled.

His eyes moved from her to me knowingly. It was no secret that his mate couldn't stand me. And that I pretended to do the same.

She moved closer to Brandon’s desk, leaning in slightly and giving me an even better view of those creamy tits. I crossed my legs even harder. My dick jumped, knowing exactly what I was thinking about.

My teeth marking her perfect skin.

My body leaned forward and I quickly took back control.

'Mark her Human.'

"You can leave now." Brandon steely voice cut through the haze of my mind.

Her face fell so fast. It took every willpower I had not to tear out Brandon's throat.

'Tear him apart Human. He made her sad.'

She nodded, turning to leave. My eyes followed her perfect ass to the door. Brandon was fortunately already focused on the paperwork in front of him.

Sweet Goddess.

At the last minute, her sweet voice called, “Alpha Dante?”

'She's talking to us.'

Rhys yipped and panted across my mind.

She stood near the door now, hand on the handle, looking at me with a perfect poker face while her eyes shot daggers at me.

'Answer her.'

“Yes?” I growled.

“Thank you for coming this time. We know it must have taken a lot for you to take some time to come check on your own child.” She mocked, lifting one of her brows in silent challenge.

The little brat was taunting me.

She stared at me expectantly.

“He’s an Alpha,” I said. “He'll live. ”

She smirked at my refusal to bite. “Well, maybe next time you could remember that he’s still your son.”

 What I wouldn't give to spank the brat out of her.

Brandon cleared his throat after the door closed. “She’s actually the reason why I wanted to see you.”

I turned to cock my head at him.

Had he figured me out yet? Guilt ran a bitter course down my throat.

“Talk,” I choked out painfully.

There was no excuse for what I was doing. A mate was sacred to wolves. Once marked, there was no going back.

For any other wolf to lust after a mated she wolf was terrible. Me doing it to my son of all people was... the worst betrayal.

She wasn't mine and she never will be. I needed to get over this soon. Brandon had mated her and even if he haven't, she was too young for me. She was marked and mated for crying out loud.

' She's not fucking marked.'

Yes she is. You saw the mark on her neck.

Rhys whined and retreated into my mind.

“She’s cheating on me.”

My expression twisted around.

What?

Brandon reached into a drawer and pulled out a folder that he slid across the desk.

In it were pictures of Taylor walking beside another man. Another of her too close to him at a café. Another of her laughing as he held her waist at a bar. Another shot of his hand on her arm.

My jaw tightened.

“When was this taken?” I asked.

“Over the past two months,” he said. “On different days and in different places.”

“Who took these?”

“My spies.”

Of course.

“She doesn’t  look guilty,” I bit out.

“But she is,” he shrieked, tears shining in his eyes.

 Rhys growled darkly, pacing across my mind.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said. His voice dropped into a heartbroken whisper. “I can’t ignore it anymore. The pack members already know, and they’re already gossiping about how weak I am for not being able to satisfy my own mate.”

I studied him quietly. My lycan refused to believe she could do something like this.

But I could not argue with the evidence in front of me.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

“I want you to tell me what to do, Dad,” he said. “You know how much I love her.”

Memories of his mother's cheating episodes flashed through my mind. Brandon grew up in that environment and I never prayed for him to experience such again.

Something wasn't right here.

I looked at the pictures again. At her posture. The set of her shoulders. The way her body leaned away even when she smiled.

I'd have to look more into this.

“I can’t continue to teach you how to run your life, Brandon,” I added. “You’re an adult now.”

Brandon rubbed his hand over his face. “But I don’t know what to do. That’s why I called you.”

I stood up, picking up the pictures.

"I'll submit this to the council. What do you want to be done to her if she's guilty?" I prodded, despite the prickle in my nerves.

"I want her beheaded."