Rather Than The Son I'll Take The Father Novels & Stories

Wow, my father was a real dog. How could he do that, how could he sell his people like that? I see JP and my mate looking at him the same way I am. He chuckles when he sees our faces. “I guess you never saw the agreement because there is more in there.” He laughs. “Oh, am going to enjoy taking over this pack and take everything from you, because when your father killed my son, he took everything from me.” it is true what they say that the sins of the father fall on the son.

My father was a backstabbing piece of shit. I knew him better than most people, and he was rotten to the core, Still, I wasn’t about to let him take the throne because of something that happened years ago. This was my pack now. This was my future. At the end of the day, it was my father who won the fight between the both of them so I am going to be going to sit on the throne now, “I don’t care what happened between our fathers,” I said through gritted teeth. “You’re not taking this from me.”

My ex was never brilliant enough to think that far. "Did he really take your word for it?" He asked. "It wasn't easy but yeah. He would never dream of coming for Miguel, Enzo. You don't have to worry about that. Miguel is your son. He gets to only address you as Father in this entire universe since there can't be two fathers. You're the real one." I said. His lips twitched to a smile. "Of course, I am Miguel's rightful father. I won't let another man snatch him away from us. Never."

He just someone that I should have killed. "You may feel this way, but he's my son and as I have said, I will not be helping anyone kill him," Father says, glaring over at me. "I am Alpha here now! And you will tell me where he's at!" I lace each word with command, ordering father to tell me where Brandon is. Father drops the log he's carrying, letting out a deep growl. My alpha command has no effect on him. He's still a first-born alpha whether or not he holds the title as alpha of the pack.

I said, and he smiled. “Am I going to be playing with daddy too? Is he going to love me the same?” He asked, and I ran my fingers over his shoulder. “Your father is going to love you until the end of time. You are his eldest son, and when it is time, you are going to be the Alpha of Alphas. Just like him. It is something that you are going to need to be prepared for.” I said, wanting him to keep that in mind. I didn’t intend for him to be repeating the same mistakes as his father did.

- father says “We do” - I say and dad lifts his eyebrows looking at me. “Who?” “Charlie” - I say “Charles? Have you ever seen him since you got back?” - father asks “Yes I have, he has become one of our best soldiers and he is responsible.” “He was always the responsible one in your group of friends” - dad says “I think he would be a great fit” “Every alpha chooses their beta” - father says - “I just don’t like the idea for changing the tradition of being siblings together”

She pales in comparison to my mother, which is the main reason I don’t understand what my father sees in her. I heard my friends, Jake and Leon, chuckle behind me as I watched my father lead Maeve out through the front door with his hand crossed on her shoulder. It was unbelievable. With each second that passed, my friends’ laughter became more annoying and clearly taunting. “Your father sure has taste…” “Your ex is going to become your stepmother…” They laughed. Angry, I kicked the cushion beside me and screamed, “Get the hell out of my house now! All of you!”

“I’m transferring your shares to an adopted son.” I arched my brows. “Adopted son?” My father smirked. “You have allowed being the only child to get to your head. You are useless to me now.” His fingers toyed with his beard. “I’ll just have to adopt another person. Many people would kill to be in your shoes.”

I sighed as I followed her. I always felt like my father wanted her to be the one to take over. But I was his son, and I deserved to be the one to take the reins. I believed that I would make a better Don than her. “Ah, you two are finally here.” Bruno Messina, my father, said as he put down his Cuban cigar. “Is there a problem?” I asked, trying to take charge of the situation. I couldn't believe I was the one who needed to prove themselves.