Son Of The Wolf Novels & Stories

My name is Jake. I am the only son of my father Alaric who was an Alpha and my mother Edith, a human. My mother was a vet when she met my father in his wolf form. The hunters had attacked and brought him to her so she could heal him, and they would them take him and use him as bait to lure other wolves out. They knew he was the alpha of his pack and when he lets out a howl, they would all come together.

He began to give in my hold. He whined lowly under his breath, his eyes lost all the furious sparkle he had a few minutes ago. His wolfie body loosened in my hold but I still stayed vigilant. He could not be trusted when I knew whose son he was. His father was the greatest ruthless Alpha wolf of his time, and he was no different than him.

“We won’t be here that long.” A young wolf who looks exactly like Jackson comes strolling across the open fields with his hands in his pockets. Laughing, he embraces the elder. I smile at father and son, secretly hoping that I’ll get to see Kane and Adare do the same one day. “Queen,” Jackson says. “This is my son, Alpha William.” The wolf bows low, but as soon as he’s upright I hold my hand out toward him. “It’s nice to meet you, Alpha. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

The son is not showing any sign of surrendering to his father. Eon wolf growled when his father stood up from the chair he was sitting on, killing the ember of his cigarette in the glass coffee table, and strode back to his office desk. He felt no pity towards his father who refused to have his Luna be treated with modern technology. His anger towards his own father doubled when he found out to what extent the modern medicine his father abhorred so strongly could have helped his Luna survive until she turned where her own body could heal whatever sickness that would fall on her. But no, his father distrusts modern technology and everything that it offers–resulting in losing his mate, his Lun

Oli got the text from Dean as he stood by the restrained elder. He hated to see the old wolf like this. Who wouldn’t? But trauma did bad things to every creature. His son wasn’t a young wolf, either. His son left a mate and six pups that were all in at least high school. The old wolf couldn’t get past his son’s death to help raise his grand pups. His son’s mate had her hands full with her little army of pups and her own grief.

"I had no idea, but my father was the son of the Alpha Supreme of the Southern pack. But with his father's death, he was overthrown and had to flee and ended up here." "I always knew he fled, but I never imagined he was the son of one of the Supremes," I comment, surprised. "Yeah, and even though my mother is an omega, my wolf and my brother's wolf inherited our father's genes. We are bigger and stronger than a regular omega," she explains.

Angie says. I look across at the other pack members. There is one wolf who is solid black with white eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful creature across the water. I am completely mesmerized by him. It feels like I know him. “Girl, that is Erick; he is the Alpha’s son and our future Alpha,” Angie says. “He is yummy,” I say. “You should see him in human form. He is a deliciously dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar, and I would love to devour him whole,” Angie says.

I thought I didn't deserve to be a father again - I killed my child with my own hands! Even my wolf didn't agree that I still stood here and didn't save that child - It had a special fondness for Hannah since the first day I met her. And my wolf tried so hard to persuade me to follow my instincts, give up Sonja, not go to the Red Pack, and just be with Hannah. "I promise that you and Hannah will become the most powerful and enviable mates in the werewolf world, as long as you give up Sonja." But...... how could I give up Sonja?

“That big black wolf… he is memorable. Someone has to have recognized him.” “Yes, some of the people in the crowd say they know who he is, that they saw him before he shifted and recognized him, and that they’ve heard rumors of him, a large black wolf who is notorious in battle, but I’ve never heard those types of stories about him,” Seth says, rambling a bit. “About who?” I have to know. “Who is he?” “He’s the son of Alpha Henry from Southern pack, Sir,” he tells me. “His name is Austin.”

saying it through clenched teeth. “Your son, because if there is one thing I am absolutely certain of, it is that he is not my son. Whether I was born with a wolf’s soul or wolf’s blood, there is no connection between us.” Kivvi’s father and the Luna exchange glares while the Luna hisses at them. “But lets see,” “Let us see what the other wolves in our pack have to say about your son,” A smirk slowly forms on her face as she looks at you.