Alpha King Alexander. "Congratulations, Son." He said, and before I could react, he was already at the door, leaving. "Congratulations..." I repeated, almost mindlessly, disbelief contouring my features. For a while, I attempted to assume I had misheard, or, I was hallucinating. 'He said it, Alexander,' but when my wolf said it, I had no option but to face it. Son...He had just called me son.. When was the last time he called me that, exactly? Ten years ago? I couldn't remember anymore. Was I supposed to be relieved that my own father had just called me his son? Honestly, I didn't know how to feel. I wanted to hate him, to hate how casually he had called me that, as if he hadn't spent the past two decades treating me like I wasn't, and I did, but a part of me, the younger Alexander who used to beg for his father's affection, was relieved, and was reminded of the man that my father used to be, before he turned into whatever he currently was. My father and I weren't
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