The Alpha's Warlock
Despite his dark-blond mane of hair and square-jawed blockiness, I was undeniably his son.
His low laugh echoed the thought. “Of course you are. An ungrateful brat, but my son all the same. Blood will out,” he crooned, his tone sending goosebumps down my arms and spine. A chill trickle of sweat followed their path. I was pretty sure he meant that literally, as in, my blood would be going out of my body in large quantities. My fucking father, ladies and gentlemen, the king of morbid, creepy double entendres. I had no idea where I’d gotten my sense of humor from. It definitely wasn’t him, and my mother, as far as I knew, didn’t have one.
He stepped back and to the side, waving his arm like a g