Novel & Cerita New Alpha Son Old Omega Father

The Omega old alpha was there, with his Beta and enforcer, no woman was seen, it seems like he have no Luna, a Luna is a dominant wolf, they always attend all kind of meetings, we shared a quick hello before sitting down for the real talk. "We have Eden, we want to keep her" my dad start. "That bitch is ours" the alpha replies. "We won't mind to pay or set any kind of settlement with you" dad says but his voice has changed to his alpha toned, like the one he uses when yelling at me and Tristan. "I don't want your money, I want her back" the alpha says still in the same cold voice. "She's sick, bruised, and almost dead" my mother says now in her alpha voice, she's just as scary as dad can be.

“Okay, I have to ask. How is this even possible? You are — or were — an Alpha. A man. And now you are pregnant? After one night? That seems… insanely fast.” Leonard chuckled softly, though his eyes were kind. “It is more common than you think in our world, Elena. Omegas have always been capable of carrying children. When a second differentiation happens, the body fully transitions. The reproductive system becomes completely functional. And with a ninety-eight percent compatibility match like Alex has with Marcus? It was almost guaranteed to happen quickly. Nature works fast when the match is that strong.”

“As I was saying, I won’t be doing it because there’s another person, someone better if I might add, who could fill that empty spot. Be your man from the inside.” “Who is that?”, Sia inquired. “The queen’s son”. They all laughed. “None of us can be the alpha king Crinka. Not when we are already princes”. Crinka glared at them. “I wasn’t referring to you idiots. The queen has a son, other than the twelve, who is just an omega like me. His name is Novgorod and I’m certain he would make an excellent alpha king”. “Crinka, are you aware of the allegations you're making against the queen, my mother?”, Ruarc asked.

But it was made of silver, and it was burning him as he held the hilt of it. Freya was sure that he didn't see that coming then how could he react so fast and stop the attack with zero injuries. She flinched visibly when he made a tsk sound. Freya instantly recalled her mother's wise words to stay miles away from Alphas. "An Omega," His voice was deeper than the deep sea and it was rich with dominance. It was unlikely for a teen of his age to have that deep voice and all those muscles. He looked strong. Bigger than most of the alphas his age.

the alpha said, hoping his son will see the bigger picture. “So, what do you want me to do father? I am stuck with the Omega that you resent, all thanks to the moon goddess” Garfield said once again. “Reject her! leave her alone and once you do that, I assure you, the right mate will come” Alpha Gordons said with conviction in his eyes praying his son understands

breathless voiced man is heard giving an order. Behind me, I hear one of the men grunts. “The Alpha’s son is built like a bull,” he says as he too disembarks the truck with another loud thud. Blake is no dwarf, at six feet four and the quarterback of our school, I can only imagine the challenge the man must be facing in trying to move Blake. “What about the Alpha’s son?” the one carrying me asks, sounding slightly unsure. “Alpha Robert Parker called ahead to extract his son the minute he wakes up. This is no place for an Alpha’s son, he’s no lowly omega.”

He said, I didn’t understand what he was saying, but the voice in my head said otherwise, it was a wolf. “I’m not, I’m an Omega, there’s no way I’m an Alpha,” I said, he held my arm firmly. “You are an Alpha blood, I just felt your aura.” He said, my heart skipped a beat. Had my mom been lying to me all this while about my father?

I didn’t want to take their program, just model it on a larger scale. When we arrived at the pack house, the Alpha, his Luna, and who I was guessing was their son, stood waiting for us. Alpha Theo who was the same age as my father, was a tall dark skinned man with graying hair, and dark brown eyes. His Luna, Gloria was also a dark skinned woman with a few streaks of gray, gray eyes, and a very kind, warm smile. I knew their son wasn’t quite 18 yet, and I noticed right away that he looked rather bored to be there.

Alpha Monroe stood beside him. Fuck. I swallowed, shutting the door behind me, my gaze flicking from my father—his glare so sharp it could slice—to Monroe, who was staring at me like I was something filthy. Something ruined. "So it’s true," Monroe muttered, stepping forward. I clenched my jaw. "What is?" He didn’t stop walking. Deliberate. Calculated. The way a predator closes in on prey that has nowhere left to run. "That the Alpha’s son is being bred like a fucking omega."

None of that mattered now. “What you are asking us to accept,” Elder Marcus said, his voice sharp and unwavering, “is impossible.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “I am not asking.” A murmur rippled through the hall. Elder Elijah rose slowly, leaning on his staff. His gaze was stern, disappointed. “An omega mate is unacceptable for an Alpha of Blackwood.”