Novel & Cerita Rather Than The Son I'll Take The Father

“You will leave. And you won’t come back until you put your pitiful self in order. You are my son—remember that.” “Yes, Father.” And if his affections for Via never faded away like his father clearly wanted them to—well, that would be his problem to deal with.

A reminder. Lucian had fucked me like he was trying to rewrite my DNA, and my body hadn’t forgotten a single thrust. I could still feel the ghost of his cum leaking out of me this morning when I showered. And the whole time I was rinsing his marks off my skin, my brain kept circling back to one sentence. “Not even my father can take you from me.” But me? I heard it different. I heard challenge. Because the second those words left his mouth, my mind flashed to his dad—Mr. fucking Blackthorne.

I asked him. "You know very well my son." "And you also know very well I can't accept it I have no interest in marriage please leave from here otherwise there are so many security to do that. " "I am your father and why do you always forget that." "Oh, so you remember you are my father but tell me which one of your duty you fulfilled of being my father only having the same blood in my veins is not enough for me that I call you my father now just give me the side "

"Father, you always said power too, can be taken. If you don't give me what is rightfully mine to have, then you will be calling for a division in the family." What was he trying to say? Was he insinuating he would rather fight against father, the Alpha than watch me become Alpha in his stead? I had no words to say. I just watched him express his anger. "Maicon!!" Father yelled his name. "When you have no other son to consider, would you look in my direction?" He asked with a broad grin and looked at me.

Slowly, he turned back to face his son, his usually stern expression now etched with pain and vulnerability. Adam stepped closer, his voice softening but no less resolute. "Father, I know you want what’s best for me. I know you’ve always acted in the name of protecting our family’s legacy, but I don’t want to carry that burden if it means losing the one person who makes me feel alive. You don’t want me to live like you, bitter and unfulfilled.”

"Son, you forget you need to mate before taking the throne. I won't hand it over until you prove you're capable." If I could only kill one person right now, it would be my father, but I can't because I need my mother's blood for that, and I'm not the type of person who will go to my deceased mother's grave and take her blood. No way; I'm not going to do it. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Delmar, but I don't have any good news for you," I exclaimed excitedly. "Huh?" he asked, frowning.

I shared my thoughts with him. “Let him choose. If he wants to become the Alpha then we will make him the Alpha. I can accept him as my son. It doesn't matter that he's not my blood. We are connected by hearts. It's enough for me.” I smiled at his decision and kissed his cheek. “You will be the best father of this world.” I said, smiling widely. “I'm, baby. I'm already Jason’s father.”

He had forgotten The man before him was no longer living in the present. “If you’re assisting him, that’s fine,” his father continued firmly. “But that position belongs to my son. And only my son.”

This was just his need to try to control me. "Get up," he continues. "Get your ass up and go home! Why in the world did I ever have to have a son like you? Why couldn’t I have been blessed with a son like Trent? Is this my punishment from the moon goddess?" "Sorry to be such a disappointment," I hiss, slowly getting to my feet. "Maybe if you speak to the Dupris’ they will let you make Trent your heir instead of me." "You!" my father growls, but stops as my mother grabs ahold of him and whispers something in his ear. "Get the hell out of here!"

I said with a frown, looking at him and his son, who was standing among the others. His son wasn't any better, but maybe he would want to prove himself and take on the responsibility. "Questa volta, non ci sarà spargimento di sangue. Non seguirai i metodi di mio padre. Signor Derosa e signor Mancini, i vostri figli prenderanno il vostro posto. (This time, there won't be any bloodshed. I won't follow my father's methods. Mr. Derosa and Mr. Mancini, your sons will take your places. ) I spoke loudly, with firm words.