Captain Hook's Son From Descendants Novels & Stories

my uncle informed. “Before we get to that, who are these?” the man asked. “This is my daughter Pixie, and her mate Bennett, and this is my niece Azalea, and her mate Clayton,” my uncle introduced. The man shot me a look, probably taking in my eyes. “You’re Gordon’s descendant.” “Gordon is my grandfather,” I confirmed. “There’s something else about you,” he commented. I could only guess that something had to do with Simoa. “Why did you lie to me about Eligor?” my uncle asked him.

“It doesn’t matter whose son he is.” “Oh, it matters.” Logan said, sounding dad-like. “We all saw his wolf. For a werewolf to have a wolf that big, he must be of Alpha blood. Even my wolf isn’t that big.” He shifted his attention to Mavros, who was still cool about everything. “Tell us. Whose son are you?” “If you must know, I am the descendant of Alpha Wayne. His youngest son.” Pardon? Alpha Wayne was one of the most powerful alphas ever known. He and my father used to be good friends before he died. Alpha Wayne’s pack was attacked by rogues and they killed him alongside his mate and three sons.

And why had they been so damn wordy? I fazed in and out of consciousness towards the middle. I realised it was from Leif at some point, but the pain was so bad I couldn’t pay attention to much else. It was full of pleasantries. I had ten broken toes and fingers and a handful of broken ribs, as well as cuts all down my belly, arms, legs, chest, and face, by the time he said something worth focusing on. I gripped to consciousness with everything I had as Hook-Nose read out the words, “Alpha Dylan conrols the drug trade. He's funding the experiments. It's him, Jane. It's Hunter’s father, the old Alpha of the Storm pack.”

He gave her a slow, devastatingly beautiful smile, the kind of look that reminded you exactly why he was the man in charge. He looked more like a man than I’d ever seen him, strong, certain, and completely devoted. "Killian," he rasped, "Killian Capone. It’s not Italian, but my son isn't just one thing. He’s got his mother’s American blood. He’s got that blonde, stubborn fire in him. He carries both of us, and he’s gonna carry that name with pride." Claire let out a choked-back sob, pulling Vincenzo’s hand to her lips and kissing his knuckles and I simply smiled, feeling the pride Isabella would have felt.

It rang for a while before it was picked. “Conti,” the Capo’s voice boomed throughout the room, and I realized he was on speaker. “You better be calling me with good news. Have you recovered the shipment?” “Capo, no, not as of yet, but I got better news,” my father answered. “That ship is worth millions, Conti! What could be better news?” “I got my son here,” he said and paused. “So? How is that my business?” “Alessandro was able to track down Fabio Rositto,” he said, his voice dripping pride.

“Killian isn’t Vasil’s descendant. Killian hosts Khan’s Lycan.” That had both women stumped. “What do you mean? You’re saying Isaac’s son made it out of that carnage?” They hadn’t thought about how Edward was a direct descendant of Khan. “Isaac had a son?” “Isaac had a son, but what do you mean about this Killian person hosting Khan’s soul?” Willa asked. Zen got into Killian, Calypso, and Aiden’s story, as well as everything they’d been told by the Higher Powers. He made sure to not leave anything out, and when he was done, Yael got up and got some books from the shelves.

Eilif looked thoughtful for a moment before he replied, “I heard the trash utter the word son, is someone here his son, I don’t know if I can accept that.” I am Alpha Hollis’s son but I was nothing like him. But I had to do something so I said, “I Kendall Alen Quisling reject you Alpha Hollis Zane Quisling….” Alpha Isha slapped his hand over my mouth and said, “Not now son, don’t do that to your pack.” Alpha Isha looked at Eilif and said, “This is Alpha Heir Kendall Alen Quisling and this is my son-in-love. Believe me if I thought for one second that he was his father’s son, I would have made my daughter reject him immediately. The fact is he is largely responsible for saving many lives, the

“And what about Steven StoneClaw?” “Umm,” Minister Billy was taken aback by the switch.. “From my research, we can only guess Steven StoneClaw is the true son and heir to the StoneClaw pack. The Alpha had a bastard son with a maiden, some would say his first mate. But there were no recordings if the child survived. The only recording began with the Alpha’s second mate who bore his two children and was pregnant before their ultimate and unfortunate demise.” “Then how are you sure Steven is the surviving son of the Alpha’s first mate?”

“We’re not your puppets, Cassius. You think you can just walk back into a pack you abandoned and demand things?” He was fuming. And honestly, I couldn’t even blame him. Cassius opened his mouth, but I reached out and touched his arm before he could speak. I stepped forward and leveled my gaze with the Beta’s. “Is this how the Enchanted Pack treats its own blood?” I asked calmly. “Cassius may not have grown up here, but his mother did. He’s her son. That makes him a descendant. That makes our children descendants.” The Beta blinked at me, confused. Then a new voice cut through the tense air.

Everyone bowed to Castile, even Uncle Marcus stopped. "If you killed her, the treasure wouldn't come back by itself." Castile walked past me and slowly sat onto the highest chair not far from me. I could see the skull of Damon, the Vampire he had destroyed, was at the bottom of his cane. As I lay dying, the skull of Damon was all I could see. Castile continued, "Echo's father was a very powerful family leader, so the good gene of hunter must be typed in Echo's blood. I was not wrong. She's going to be the next head of the family."