The Alpha's Son Mga Nobela at Kwento

Why do both father and son have such severe brain wiring? "Please don't joke, Sir Kael," I said, trying to maintain the last shreds of my civility even as my gut screamed at me to throw my fork at his infuriatingly handsome face. "You don't like my son, Alice?" Alpha Knox put down his knife, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him? He's strong, a future leader, and physically... she-wolves would even scratch each other just to get his attention." "No, Alpha, that's not what I mean. There's nothing wrong with your son. It's just..."

I explained, and his eyes narrowed. “Hmm, Matthew may have mentioned it.” He muttered. Matthew, or Matty to most, was the Alpha’s son, and would one day be our new Alpha. My brother’s friend, but also a friend to me, as he was in my year of school. Our father’s being friends meant we had grown up alongside one another too.

He is also known to be the most dangerous Alpha of all time but nothing compared to his Father. His father was known to be the most feared Alpha. He never believed in Peace to be very exact. He was the one who should be given the Title of bringing seven Territories together. Killing everyone who didn't really listen to him. What I don't understand is What people still see the good in them? To sum it all. I have been mated with the most notorious Alpha's Son. The current Alpha Orion and the son and Grandson of the most feared man on this Planet.

The satellite phone was where it always was, cold and sleek, smelling faintly of the world I’d left behind — war rooms and mission briefs. I sat on the edge of the bed and turned it over in my hands for a moment before I dialed. The old Alpha, Aldric, answered on the second ring. “Report.” His voice was exactly as I remembered it — gravel and iron, the particular exhaustion of a man who had been holding something enormous together in the midst of his own grief. Hearing it in the dim quiet of the cottage bedroom did something uncomfortable to my chest. “The cover is strained but holding,” I said. “There was a public confrontation today. The Alpha’s son, his mate, and the Beta. Nothing crimina

"Derek's son, the Alpha. Then she was sleeping around, got pregnant, and when the truth came out she got kicked out." The car pulled out of the school lot. Kael watched the trees slide past. "She was expelled from the pack," Maya said. "For betraying the Alpha's son. Everyone knows. She's not the person she seems." "Who's the father?" Kael asked. Maya hesitated. "I don't know. She never said. Some man she picked up — honestly, it could be anyone. She probably went to that man's pack after she left. Now dumped. Maybe."

He always mistreats me whenever the Alpha is not around. Alpha Waylon Hunter is a kind Alpha in his early forties. He was quite devastated when his mate and daughter passed away, such that he almost died of depression but with the help of some therapists, he eventually overcame everything and he's now in a better place, running this Pack as if his life depends on it... well, it sure does.

I waited, something about this moment felt fragile, like one wrong word would make him retreat behind that cold wall he carried so naturally. “My mother was the first child of the Alpha and Luna of the Geisha Pack, she was known as the Japanese Heiress. She had so much beauty, grace and elegance. She had a younger brother who would one day become Alpha because a woman cannot become an Alpha.” I blinked, that was why Nikolai specifically wanted a son, an heir to one day take over him. There was so much I didn't know much about the wolves as a human.

“It doesn’t matter whose son he is.” “Oh, it matters.” Logan said, sounding dad-like. “We all saw his wolf. For a werewolf to have a wolf that big, he must be of Alpha blood. Even my wolf isn’t that big.” He shifted his attention to Mavros, who was still cool about everything. “Tell us. Whose son are you?” “If you must know, I am the descendant of Alpha Wayne. His youngest son.” Pardon? Alpha Wayne was one of the most powerful alphas ever known. He and my father used to be good friends before he died. Alpha Wayne’s pack was attacked by rogues and they killed him alongside his mate and three sons.

Marione tted and my mate….is the alpha’s son?

All bowing their heads in respect for their Alpha. "Glad to hear." He said before gesturing his hand to the center. And then I finally noticed the handsome carbon copy of Alpha Jason amidst two other people. Without doubts, I was definite he was the Alpha's son. But there's was one problem, as much as I liked him. My wolf, Aubrey easily loathed him for a reason I knew not. "I'd like you to meet my son, Jerry." He muttered while I exchanged glances with Jerry. "And this is Beta Chris." His finger poised to the man beside his son. "And this is Imogen."