My Son Calls His Father Alpha Now Novels & Stories

” He responded, giving flawless reasons for his actions. “And a father never hurt his son.” I responded, throwing back his words at him. “Don’t you dare me onix, No one talks back at the great Alpha of red moon pack .” He groaned, bragging of his position. “No one dares talk back to a future Alpha as well, we are both in this together. Irrespective of you being my dad, you can never force me to be what I don’t want to.” I responded, raising from where I sat.

“No. I am yet to become Alpha.’’ he said. My eyebrows are furrowed with confusion now. I get flashbacks of how the doctor had earlier spoken to Ryan like he was an Alpha. So.. what's up with the denial now? “I know what you're thinking. Everyone calls me Alpha and I am yet to retain that title. My Pack is accepting of who I am. They are ready and eager for me to lead them. My father has taught me how to rule ever since I was a child. He has involved me in as many missions as possible. I have murdered and slaughtered since the ages of seven up until now. And being an alpha is braided in my DNA. That's why the park refers to me as Alpha. It is not a command. It is, a Will.” Since when did slau

It was obvious in his manner of speech and even the way that he attacked him anytime he heard his voice, it was as if his voice was like bees to his ear. “I don't suppose you are Lucia’s spokesman, are you? I'm sure she can defend herself and besides the poor woman has suffered so much working for the Alpha. It is high time you switch places, my son, Luke is going to do her good. I can assure you that, at least he's going to be nice and more tolerant than the Alpha” My father does not fail to show his disdain for the Alpha, but that was not really what's got my attention. It was the fact that he kept calling Luke, his son, that was something that I did not find funny at all. Not that I had a

Was my father rich. "Yes. He gave you all you wanted. Your father was a leader through, and through." "Leader? My father?" I asked puzzled. "Yes, he was our Alpha." What?? Alpha? I was… an Alpha's daughter?

My father's presence is right beside her, his arms joining hers. I instantly forget how to breathe. Then, I slowly lift my arms, hugging them back. "You're... you're here," my mother whispers, her voice full of emotion. I nod against her shoulder. "I am." My father pulls away, his eyes scanning me, his expression unreadable. "You're different." I meet his gaze steadily. "I had to be dad, Dad. I'm an Alpha now." He nods once as if he understands. Then he speaks "I'm so proud of you, even though you used to eat all my food."

He was standing on the threshold, his hands in his pockets. I whirled at him, “Alpha King.” At least, my grinning father is a kind and honest Alpha who rules all Alphas. Well at least to me—and Deanna, he is kind. To other Alphas, he will never take any chances in just letting them leave his sight unwounded or untouched.

My eyes fly open, red bleeding into my vision, like the world’s on fire. “Fight it!” Dad yells, grabbing my shoulders. His hands are like steel, pinning me. “You’re tougher than it, Jerry. Push it back!” “I can’t!” I shout, my voice half-growl. My claws rip through, scraping the chain, pain shooting up my arms. The wolf loves it, wants blood. “It’s too much!” “You’re more!” Dad roars, his face inches from mine. “You’re my blood, Jerry. You’re an alpha. Act like one!”

“Yes… yes. Umm… I wanted to read this particular book so… so I asked Alpha Lucien to help me reach out to the library earlier.” “Oh….” They all mumbled, the smile on their faces growing brighter. “You should start calling him father.” My head snapped to Marco; eyes widened. “Fa—what?” “Father…” Imani added, shrugging her shoulders. “Literally everyone in the pack knows you as his daughter. Why still call him ‘father’?” An awkward heat curled around my belly and I spared them the most awkward smile. If only they knew what was going on behind closed doors, then they would never ever ask me to do so.

My father bellowed. “Don’t use that tone with me, I maybe your son, but I am an Alpha.” “No. Not yet you’re not. Keep that tone with me and you won’t be. Not of this pack anyway.” Countered my father. “Dad, what is going on? I’m tired. I want to take a shower. I’ve got a million questions to ask you and a million things to tell you. Can we please skip the Alpha bullshit and get to the business of things?” pleaded Evander.

“The mate bond is not a choice. It is not something that I—” “You insubordinate, insolent excuse of a son.” His father’s voice dropped, going cold as death. “You dare to argue with your Alpha?”