Book The Son Novels & Stories

"Hey, Old Man. What 'wife' are you talking about? My beloved Mommy is only mine! I’m going to marry her when I grow up! You don't get to just come in here and call her your wife." Silas just laughed again, shaking his head. He didn't seem bothered by my outburst. In fact, he looked charmed. Just a moment ago, he had been the serious, strict billionaire I saw on the news, and now he was acting like a kid, just because he found out he had a son. It was confusing.

"Did you do this to my son, Sophie?!" I caught her wrist, and she frowned from the pain as I had used a little too much force. "Mrs. Jameson." I released her hand and took a step back. "Your son contracted a sexually-transmitted disease, which his newlywed wife, Rita Sloane, transmitted to him. Do you need me to give you a copy of his medical report?" Her face turned pale instantly, while Scott's father leaned against the wall, looking as if he had aged ten years. "Scott… Is it true that he…" His voice quivered.

He just raised an eyebrow like he was encouraging me to keep going. “Your son is older than me, sir,” I continued, voice rising, hands flailing, my face on fire. “Like, your actual son is older than me. I’m barely nineteen. This is my first week. I’m a freshman. I came here to study literature, not to get… seduced in your fucking office.” Still nothing. Not even a flicker of guilt. He just watched me with those heavy-lidded eyes like he’d already seen this show before and knew how it ended.

“You’re right, Mom. I do need to take a long, hard look at myself. So do you.” My mother scoffed. “What exactly have I done wrong?” “Come on out, little brother.” The bodyguards stepped aside, allowing a man to walk forward. The moment my father saw him, his lips began to tremble. He could not say a word. “Dad, you recognize him, don’t you?” I asked with a smile. The man was perfectly at ease. He stepped right up and said, “Hi, Dad. Hello, madam.” So, when did I first discover that my father had an illegitimate son?

Shaun turned to Priam, looking at him with a serious face. Priam pulled a chair and quietly sat down as he crossed both of his legs and arms. "You know the story of the cruel king right? The story of King Lycaon." Priam said, smiling. "And he is my father?" Shaun said. Priam chuckled, "yes he is. And there's more to him than being your father." he paused and pulled out a book behind him. "This is the same book that I have left for you in Loki's hands. And I'm sure you haven't seen it before." he said, handing Shaun an old book.

I went to stand next to my father on the stage. "I have an announcement to make. All of you know that Grayson isn't my biological son, but something you don't know is that when he was turned in Luna Emelia's womb, he got some of my blood. He has Alpha blood in him so I am standing here in front of you to tell you he will be your new Alpha as soon as I retire. I know he is too young at the moment, that is why I won't swear him in today. I want him to go to Alpha school and then travel the world a bit or the other way around. It is all up to him. Although I would like to get him on his path as soon as possible."

I'd gotten back everything that was mine, and I had my beloved son by my side. A long time after all of this happened, Timmy saw an action figure in a store and said that he wanted Brenda to buy it for him. I smiled and said, "I'll buy it for you from now on. You can get whatever you want, and I promise you're the only one I'll ever love." I wouldn't be like Brenda. I never would. I was a father, and that meant I had to take responsibility for my son. I owed him that much, and I owed myself that much.

That fucker would have deserved it. “ Head to the car. I’ll be right back.” I told them. I had just remembered that Nick had asked me to get a book from the library for his paper. I was inside the library when I heard the door open and then heard a familiar voice; Jaxon Masterson’s. He was on his phone talking to someone and I was pretty sure he was up to no good; after all, he is Shane’s son. “ Dad is up to something and I don’t know what to do.” He said whispering.

The boy had his book open on the ground in front of all three of them, something with photographs, something they could all look at together. Theo laughed. It was quiet from here—I couldn't hear it through the windows and the distance—but I could see it. The way his shoulders moved, the way his face changed, the brief flash of that grin that was almost his old grin. My eyes burned. He was okay. He was going to be okay. Not perfectly, not without cost, not without the shape of loss remaining in him for a very long time. But he had friends who sat in his corner. He had dinosaurs he'd kept. He had a father who'd moved to another city for months because his son needed it.