The Son Becomes The Father Novels & Stories

he said, his dad knew he needed to be there for his son on this no matter how locked up he had been he never hated his son, but for the unhealed heart he had he needed to stay away from his son that reminds him so much of his mate. As the full moon rose up, Alex and his dad took a walk into the woods and when it was the painful time to transform Alex groaned in pain, but as his father's hand rested on him he felt calmer and endured until he had changed fully and turned back to his human form it was easier because his dad had passed energy into him through their bond. "Get some rest, from tomorrow you'll start learning how to be an Alpha it will be hectic while attending Greenville school and

“My youngest wife.” Youngest. The word landed heavier than it should have. The son looked at me then, truly looked. His gaze sharpened, assessing in a way that felt personal now. Not as a buyer. Not as a man appraising a body. But as a son confronting something he did not want to understand. “So young,” he said quietly. There was accusation in it. I said nothing. His father smiled faintly. “She is well suited.” Something flickered across the son’s face disapproval, perhaps, quickly masked.

It seemed to have worked in his favor. “It’s almost over son. We’re so incredibly proud of you,” I told him honestly, hoping that he could hear the sincerity. His bones snapped into the proper position for his legs. A strangled cry came from him as fur began to sprout on his body, and his features took on more of a wolf-ish nature. My heart was racing as I watched my son shift for the first time. It was a remarkable experience, and I was thankful that I could be here for him. I remembered how ecstatic my father was when I first shifted. I totally got the whole being in awe part.

He should be the one here, not his son. “But why? Shouldn’t your father, the beta, be here instead?” I ask, puzzled. “Oh, that! Everything has changed. He’s no longer the beta. Alpha Tommy has retired, and so has my father. We have a new alpha and luna, and I’m his beta,” he responds. “We now run a business in the human realm.”

Beta Alfred moved to the microphone and stated, “I, Alfred Hemming, pass the title of beta to my son, Lucas Hemming.” Luke moved forward toward the mic. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept the title of beta from my father, Alfred Hemming.” They pressed their palms together in the same way that my father and I had. Once they separated, the crowd, once again, cheered. Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him.

He looked taken aback by the fury in my words and actually flinched when I told him to imagine what it would’ve been like for him. Don’s mother died in childbirth, along with the pup, when Don was sixteen. His father met his second-chance mate at Don’s eighteenth birthday party. He pushed Don to take over the Alpha post a year earlier than originally planned. A week later, his father moved to the pack that his new mate came from. Don was informed that he was going to be a big brother not even five months after his father left. It did a lot of damage to Don because he was pushed out of his father’s life except for when it benefited him to remember that he had another son.

My forehead splits open, blood streaming down. At that moment, Sona opens his eyes. His golden eyes shine like torches in the darkness. He clenches his tiny fists. “Dad! Why are you hurting Mom? You said she is our queen!” Clone Sophia raises her claws toward Sona. “Dear Sona, your father is asleep now. I am your new mother. Come with me to that cave in the Himalayas.” Sona stands on the bed. A golden aura begins to radiate from his body, dimming the violet glow.

I stood frozen where I was, hardly able to believe that in this very instant, my status had officially changed—I was a father. “Papa... that’s... that’s my child’s voice, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice hoarse and trembling violently, turning toward Papa Arturo, who had faithfully stayed beside me in the corridor since he’d arrived a while ago. Papa Arturo broke into a wide smile, his own eyes glistening with restrained emotion. He stepped closer and gave my rigid shoulder a gentle pat, lending me strength. “Yes, Samuel. That’s Papa’s grandson’s voice—your son’s voice. Congratulations, you’re a father now.”

And his son is the same. Tbc…

“Now, you may ask, why am I dreading tomorrow? I dread it because when we do that transfer of power, it will mean that my job as a father is done. There will be no more teaching my son how to run the pack. It means that my little boy is now a man. It means that I now have a daughter-in-law instead of a girl that I considered a daughter. It means that my mate and I are now prouder of our son than we have ever been. It also means that my mate and I can finally spend the rest of our lives doing things we want and we can rest easy knowing our pack is in the best of hands. Let’s enjoy our dinner tonight and celebrate our incoming Alpha and Luna, Isaac and Zariah.”