My Son Calls His Father Alpha Now Novels & Stories

“Dad! DAD!” he yells as Yasmin wraps an arm around her son and begins pulling him away. “Son. You’re an Alpha. Remember that Alphas always act like Alphas. Stand on your own two feet and walk out of here with your head held high,” Quinton says.

I just hope that my father never finds out or he will literally kill me. My father is an Alpha of another pack, when he gets upset he really uses his Alpha voice to make sure that he is heard and understood. I have seen him use his Alpha voice on a prisoner at one point. He scared me by just using it, he could literally parealize you with it if he really wanted to. My father is a good ALpha he always makes sure that his pack is good and taken care of. He sent me here to try and marry Prince, but Prince found Luna. I am actually supposed to go back to my father's pack but I really don't want to go back there.

Caspian: I walked through the halls of the packhouse, my mind clouded with thoughts I couldn’t shake. Words that I did not want to allow myself to digest. Nor did I want to allow myself to see them in this normal. Because I knew deep down that it was not. Alpha Caspian. That was what Adrian called me. That is what my son called me. That was what he saw me as, an alpha. Not father. Not dad. Just Alpha Caspian.

I hated that he could still hurt me with only a few words. “I’m his father.” Rodney said coldly. “You can’t just walk back into our lives and threaten me,” I snapped. “You will not take my son from me!” “I will.” The confidence in his voice terrified because Rodney wasn’t a man who made empty threats. He was an Alpha, one of the worst ever. Alphas take whatever they want. “We’re done talking about this.” He said and turned toward the door. “This isn’t right and you know it. Where is my son?”

The moment my son, Leo, said those words, both Bruce and I froze. In the 28 days since I’d realized Bruce’s heart wasn’t with us, every time he abandoned me and Leo for Fiona, I made Leo call him "Alpha Bruce." It was a reminder, to both of us, not to waste our tears on someone who wasn’t worth it. But that’s not how Leo saw it. He was only seven, at an age where a boy hero-worships his father.

Why do both father and son have such severe brain wiring? "Please don't joke, Sir Kael," I said, trying to maintain the last shreds of my civility even as my gut screamed at me to throw my fork at his infuriatingly handsome face. "You don't like my son, Alice?" Alpha Knox put down his knife, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him? He's strong, a future leader, and physically... she-wolves would even scratch each other just to get his attention." "No, Alpha, that's not what I mean. There's nothing wrong with your son. It's just..."

When my siblings saw me like this, disgust was written all over their faces. I fetched water myself and cleaned my wounds. I'd just finished bandaging them when Adrian, Damian's estranged father, suddenly showed up. He stormed straight into my room, and the moment he saw my injuries, he whirled around and slapped Damian across the face. "You treat your own daughter like this and you still think you deserve to be Alpha?" "You better give me a damn good explanation today, or I'm not letting this go!"

I asked shocked at her words "Ohh, so the bitch doesn't know, your mate is the future Alpha of this pack, he is Alpha Black's son, so he will only listen to what his father says, and not what you say" she said, I stood frozen in my place, I could now relate, why he looked familiar because he looked just like Alpha Black, that was why everyone was calling him Alpha, it means he won't trust me?

*Not now son* He hissed back at me, still walking. I stopped mid-step and halted my father by grabbing his elbow. “Who is Vargr’s son?” I asked letting my wolf come forward. “Jasper, not now.” He bit back. “No, now would be a really fucking good time father, because after what Vargr said, I don’t think I am going to like the answer.” I stood firm, not letting him go, staring him down, and daring my father to tell me the truth. “You are not Beta, you are Alpha. And that is all I can say.” I saw the look of betrayal flash in my father's eyes and an emotion that reflected regret. His eyes began to soften, begging me to let it go.

"I don’t have an Alpha." He scoffed, his eyes dilating into black, and I should have been terrified, but the annoyance in his face was enough to feed my ego. I might end up dead, but at least I could give him a taste of his own medicine. I would not give him the pleasure of begging again for my life. "Loyal to your father? Alpha Achilles." "Again, I don’t have an Alpha. What do you want from me?" "Tell me what you have done to my son that he seems smitten by you?"