New Alpha Son Old Omega Father Novels & Stories

“That's right, son. Where have you been? I arrived over an hour ago. You don't miss your father?“ Jason grumbled as his father tried to force him into smiling by tickling him. He knew his father was obsessed with him as he was the only and closest companion of his father. “I heard a peculiar case with an Omega. I was teaching her a lesson. She seems to be new in the pack. I've never met her before,” Jason explained as he joined in arranging a few clothings out of his father's luggage. “An Omega you say? Do you by chance know her name?“ The alpha asked, pausing to look at him as he wore a disturbed expression.

She grabbed his hand gently which is still cold as ice, Gulf pulled out his hand like it touched fire, actually, he was afraid that he might hurt them again. Old omega understands his son's intention. She sighed and said, "It's not your fault dear. So don't worry". By hearing her voice his heartfelt ease. Then the old alpha consoled his omega by rubbing her back. As a mate, he too feeling the pain of his omega. Then alpha chins up to see his son and voiced " It's ok son. You born this way, blessed with the moon goddess so it's ok."

I did it! “What does forked mean? Is it when you stab something with a fork?” the kid asked, and introduced himself as Oberon. “I guess so,” I agreed, pleased I’d stopped myself from swearing in front of him. “My dad is the den Alpha and he sometimes uses it.” An omega appeared. “I’m Lucian, the Alpha Omega, and you’ve met my son.” Oberon was peering at the last mouthful of omelet on my plate. “What’s that? It smells so good.”

Very slowly, the 26-year-old Omega peeked around the corner, and his eyes widened when they landed on his father lying on the ground. “Don't just stand there laughing at me; help your old man!” Reid said as he pushed everything aside. “I'm sorry! I thought I stacked everything neatly,” Kyle said between giggles as he walked down the hall and began picking things up. “You're not old! The Alpha will knock you on your ass if he hears you saying that!” Julian yelled from the kitchen. Sebastian tilted his head at those words, and Grayson saw the confusion. “My father is the Alpha, but my grandfather, my father's father, is still referred to as the Alpha. At least in this house,” Grayson said.

My jaw was tightly clenched with my fist balled beside me at the image I was taking in. My father was having sex with a male omega in the matrimonial bed he shared with my mother, his breathing heavy and totally unaware of my presence. It’s the Omega that noticed me first and immediately taps my father on the back as he was constantly fucking into him. “Alpha… your son, your son is here!” My father’s head whipped in my direction immediately, his eyes dark and cold. “Get out,” He snarled, his tone dripping with a dead threat. It was no joke.

the father spoke as he decided to not disrespect the Alpha by remaining silent. “I believe she has not even met you in years,” My father acknowledged that I didn’t even remember their names, “That’s Mike Mccoy, the new Royal beta’s father, and that young man is his son, our new Royal beta, Herry.” Father introduced them to me, “And she is Octavia!” “Nice to have you back in the pack,” where the father looked like he was trying to be very nice to me, the son rolled his eyes and didn’t even greet me.

Thinking about it now sure makes me sound like a loser and some stupid jerk who acted like nothing was going on the shit. Well as it was and this was getting more and more complicated. Everyone sure knows why this is happening to her, it is because she is an Omega, and that's the reason why she is this way. "Stop right there." I removed my hand from my car, seeing my father coming toward me. "You are not going anywhere and if you decide to go help Lourve, you will cease to be my son." My father had spoken and his order must be obeyed at all costs because he is the Alpha of the pack and also my father. So, I should listen to him, I shouldn't be concerning myself with him.

He should be the one here, not his son. “But why? Shouldn’t your father, the beta, be here instead?” I ask, puzzled. “Oh, that! Everything has changed. He’s no longer the beta. Alpha Tommy has retired, and so has my father. We have a new alpha and luna, and I’m his beta,” he responds. “We now run a business in the human realm.”

’ She was pulled back to reality when Chris was standing in front of her. “He’s asleep now. Let’s go outside. I need to talk to you,” Anna Kiz nodded her head in an understanding manner as the mother-son pair walked out of the room together. “So, what do you wish to tell me, Chris?” Asked the mother with an arched eyebrow, making eye contact with her son. “That kid… Charl… He’s an Alpha, isn’t he?” Asked Chris curiously as he looked back to the door where they had exited from. “You know and yet, you asked,” Anna Kiz stated simply.

The kind of statement that should put a stop to whatever madness this was. Riven's hand found the back of her neck and he spoke against her skin. "Half. Nova." Two words. Bored. Like she'd reminded him the wine was dry. Fin felt his Gamma stiffen next to him. Jax: Did he just say "half" like that makes it better? Fin: It does not. "It doesn't matter," she pressed, louder now, addressing the room. "We share a father. It's wrong. By every law—" "Laws are written by Alphas." His fingers curled tighter on her hip. "And I am the only Alpha in this room."