The Alpha's Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

"No. No need for that. I am the Alpha here, and my words are final. Regardless of what my son would say." "But you didn’t say the rest of the deal?" And my ears perked up. He got more than just Achilles’ on this deal. "They don’t need to know about that. Enough that they knew that Alexa was set to be claimed by an Alpha blood son, which would definitely take out the rogue in her." He scoffed before he continued. "But a rogue will always be a rogue, even if you shower them with gold." It didn’t slip my eyes the way Alpha Aurelius’ jaw tightened as he threw a death glare at Alpha Argon, who was not looking at him at the moment.

I was standing right there watching you. Do you even know who his father is? Yeah I was told that he was the Alpha of the Riverside Lake Pack. Yes, his father is Alpha Marty Helms. That Alpha lost his mate and his son's mother from a rogue attack four years ago. Almost all the pack's around here have an alliance with him because of how he tore every rogue to pieces for killing his mate. He even has an alliance with your pack. So for future reference I suggest that you be nice to him Principal Clark says.

I nodded as Lauretta spoke. Alpha Boston had been called the mad Alpha because of his love for destroying things. He was the second son of the Alpha so his brother was set to take over from their father until he fell into a lake and drowned. I'd heard people talk about Boston's inferiority complex which made him target others to make himself seem bigger and better.

If anything, my silence seemed to provoke them more. Then, one day, they were gone. Transferred again, people said. Just like that, they vanished from my life, leaving behind scars I pretended didn’t exist. *** Back in the present… The Alpha’s voice carried down the hallway. “My sons attended school in your pack months ago with their mother,” he said to my mom casually. “Perhaps they already know each other. Calla, I mean.” My chest tightened. Then he turned to me, smiling proudly. “These are my sons,” he said. “Riven. Darren. Lucien.”

I dragged myself out of their hold, trying to control the tears that threatened to run down my cheeks. “Alpha, you don’t need to do this. Please believe me when I say we will get him back. So you shouldn’t be doing this at all.” “He’s my son, Tom. My only son. What am I going to do with myself if something happens to—.” “Nothing. Nothing, Alpha. You will do nothing because nothing will happen to him.” “And how do you know this?” He leaned down towards me. “You may have forgotten, but you’re still the Alpha, and no matter how crazy people get, there is a line they will never cross.”

“A drifter entered the house and we had to kill him so he wouldn't give us away. At that moment the police arrived and saw us. We escaped just in time.” “Don't worry about that. The police already know of our existence. One less drifter won't make much of a difference.” At that moment the other one came back, this Randy guy, and he got in the car. “He's home,” he told him. Andrew then confirmed his father's suspicions: the alpha's son was still alive. He was also somewhat relieved that this was the case, because that meant there was only one creature left. To think that there could be another one was not good at all.

They are a strong-looking pack, but I have learned through watching my father the last few years that looks are often deceiving. We pull up out the front of their packhouse. It is a large double-story farm-style house; the porch runs around it. Everything is immaculate, and well looked after. Their Alpha Leon, Luna Kyra, and Beta Shane are waiting for us. My father gets out of his SUV, watching me walk toward him. He places his hand on my shoulder. He addresses Alpha Leon first, “Thank you for agreeing to meet with us; this is my son Michael” I smile.

His legs were extended and his eyelids were closed tight. On closer observation, I saw a mark by his side, the same place the rogue had hit him. I wouldn’t have been worried at first, but on closer look, the mark from the rogue’s hit looked like a knife stab. Caleb took a deep breath. “Elders of the Shadow pack, before your very eyes, is the body of our Alpha, slain by his own daughter out of jealousy that the younger would be chosen as Alpha ahead of her.” His reason made no sense to me, but when a plot has been set in motion, every nonsense sounds sensible to those involved.

Chloe skips around and walks up to my chair behind my table and climbs on it, “What did you do yesterday, dad?” Instantly my mind goes to Alexa, but I brush the thought away. I pull a chair across from her and plop down on it, “I was supposed to have a meeting with another Alpha?” Her eyes widen curiously, “Does the Alpha have his own pack?” I nod, “Yes, Chloe. Every Alpha has a pack,” I reply. She appears to be thinking about it for a while, “What’s his name?” I scratch my jaw, “Alpha Drake.” “Does he have a wife like you do? Like mummy? And do they have a daughter?”

Alex growled, his eyes glowing gold. The other alpha's eyes grew wide, and he immediately got up and off the bar stool and backed away. "I'm sorry, Alpha." "What's your name?" Alex growled. "It's Earth alpha." "Well, Earth, I don't ever want to see you at my club again. Now get out of my sight." Earth nodded and ran out to the club. Alex turned his attention to Ash and could see how tense he was. Alex closed his eyes and then opened them as he wrapped his arms around Ash once more.