My Son Calls His Father Alpha Now Novels & Stories

A young maid spotted us and quickly ran up to meet us. "The Alpha has requested the presence of his daughter." The maid relayed the message, slightly out of breath like she'd been running the whole time. Naomi nodded and started leading me towards the direction of the throne room. "Why do they call my papa the Alpha?" I asked once Naomi and I were alone again. She stared down at me, clearly not shocked by the question. "For a four year old, you're quite sharp." She chuckled lightly. "And as for your question, we call your father the Alpha because he's the leader of our pack."

My father's beta is Alvin's father while his Gamma doesn't have a male, so I got my Gamma from another Gamma blood. "Father" I greeted with a bow. "Son," he said with a smile. I exchanged greetings with the rest. Drey also did. "You are an Alpha blood but not an Alpha yet" my father said to Drey. Drey smiled and nodded. " My papa said I'm too naughty to be an Alpha yet so he's delaying" he said as if it's something to be proud of. I wondered how shameless he was to even say such a thing out. So this made me agree with the father I don't know. He is indeed too naive to lead a pack.

“I thought I raised you to be a smart man but I guess I was wrong. You are stupid, always have been.” His words always pierced me just like his claws but I didn't flinch and held his gaze. “How can I even call you my son? When you have failed and allowed a weak pathetic human to bewitch you.” “She's not weak.” I snapped. I could take any insult thrown at me but I won't take any directed at her. “Shut your mouth.” my father snapped. “No,” I retorted. “I am the alpha king and you will speak to me as such.”

“Ashton is already spoken for…” “That’s a lie,” she said firmly. “He told me himself that he doesn’t have any interest in women or mates.” “Is that right?” “Perhaps he’s gay,” she said almost thoughtfully. “I don’t think so,” he said in return. “Well, clearly you don’t know much of anything about him then,” she snapped. “Watch your tone, Beth. You might be a famous singer and my daughter, but I’m still the Alpha,” her father said in a deep and threatening tone. “As an Alpha, you should know more about the other Alphas.”

"Don't pretend you didn't know. Every time Father looked at me, I could see the disappointment. Every time he praised your restraint, your leadership, your gods-damned nobility, I felt the comparison. The younger son who could do no wrong versus the older son who could never measure up." Old wounds, I realized. This wasn't about demons or rituals or apocalyptic plans. This was about the day Father named me Alpha. The day he passed over his firstborn for his second son. "Father chose who he thought was best for the pack," I said carefully. "That wasn't about you or me. It was about—"

“Hey, Dad. Is it cool if we come in?” “Always.” He replies, his voice changing from exuberant to serious, as he picks up on the fact that I’m not swinging by to see my mom and dad. He opens the door wider, stepping out of the way to allow myself and Cayden inside. “I guess this isn’t merely a social visit. What’s going, Alpha Scarlett?” My father says as he goes into full-on Alpha mode, himself. My dad may be retired, but he still is and always will be an Alpha. And it’s only in moments like this that he addresses me not as his daughter but as his Alpha. Fortunately, we haven’t had too many opportunities for him to need to use my title in the time since my Alpha ceremony. Largely because of

My fathers voice brings me out of my thoughts, “Son, are you listening to me or are you daydreaming?” They returned last night with excitement about Alpha Bryce and spitfire being an Alpha female, she hasn’t even shifted so how do they know she’ll be one until her wolf appears. My head snapped up looking at my father, “I’m listening father I assure you.” No, I’m not, he isn’t saying anything that he hasn’t said for the past 5 years and none of his words are hitting me harder than her one, I lifted my hands up in surrender, “I already stopped, so can we move on from my disgusting behavior unbefitting of an Alpha.”

he mused, discussing the matter as though it had nothing to do with my life. “What?” I have not agreed to this. I have not agreed to any of this. “Dad, are you out of your mind?” I gawked at him. My Dad gasped as if I just offended him. “Alpha Devon is the biggest asshole of all Alphas combined! He doesn’t even know the first thing about leading a pack,” I snarled. To think my father is setting me up with someone like him is ridiculous!

My body was screaming in agony, my vision blurring at the edges. Just then, my father's right-hand beta, Jonathan, walked up to me. "Alpha, you are badly wounded. You need to rest so your wolf can heal you," he said, his voice firm but respectful. I turned to look at him, frowning. Alpha? Why was he addressing me as alpha without adding my first name to it? Only my father was meant to be called Alpha alone. As his heir, I could only be referred to as Alpha Brian or Young Alpha, but not Alpha. So why was he calling me that, especially in front of everyone? It was so...disrespectful.

“One word out of your damned mouth and you’ll find yourself without a job!” I rolled my eyes discreetly. Looks like I was gonna have to apologize to Dr. Lewis before we left. He didn’t deserve to have all this dumped on him. “Three generations of Alphas, and now this happens,” my father lamented. “I knew that he wasn’t the most assertive of boys, and I thought at worst, he’ll be a Beta. But no, he had to be an Omega.”