The Son Becomes The Father Novels & Stories

He looked so professional, so much like the Beta he was supposed to be, that it felt like the night on the cliff had never happened. ​"I have made a decision," my father began, his voice raspy. "About the future of this pack." My father’s voice dropped, becoming low and heavy with emotion. "Enzo... you are like a son to me," my father said, his eyes misting over. "After your father, my best friend, died ten years ago, you stepped into his shoes as my Beta. You were just a boy, but you did marvelously well. You became the son I never had."

"The child said to him, Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you, I am no longer worthy to be called your son." "But the father said to his servants: Hurry up and bring here the best robe, put it on him, and put rings on his fingers and shoes on his feet. And take the fat calf, slaughter him and let us eat and be glad. Because my son died and came back to life, he was lost and found again. So they began to rejoice. " "The eldest son was in the field and when he came home and was close to the house he heard the sound of the flute and the singing of dances.

He was lifting his fist for another blow when I grabbed his arm. "Let it go, Nate." With this second chance at life, all I wanted was to properly make up for my poor son. As for Judy, I'd deal with her eventually—but there was no rush. That night, we completed the transfer to another hospital. While packing up in the hospital room, I overheard whispers from behind the curtain next door. My sister tried to lower her voice, but her excitement was impossible to hide. "I've been reborn. My son, Phillip, will become a big boss in the future."

"But the hospital mixed up our samples. Jon is my biological son. Give him back to me." The entire room erupted in shock. People immediately began whispering among themselves. "How could this happen? Mr. Barkley raised Jonathan and turned him into a brilliant businessman. I can't imagine how much effort that must've taken." "His uncle is actually his biological father? This is insane!" "Mr. Barkley just handed the company over to Jonathan, and now this guy suddenly shows up claiming Jonathan's his son. Doesn't that seem a little convenient?" Jonathan stood frozen in place, unable to believe what he was hearing.

“ this must be a joke “ he yelled the moment he found his voice . My lips curved into a big smile as I sat down majestically staring at the man that had betrayed me , I felt proud of myself . “ this isn’t any joke Jared , I married your father , I am your step mom now , so you get used to it and respectfully welcome me into the family as your new mother “

It wasn't that. Was it? Father. He was my father, right? Because he called me son. Son meant I was biologically related to him, right? I read that online. I wasn't sure. I really wasn't sure. He no longer breathed. His eyes shut. And then I was pronounced Alpha. Yes, I was able to fight for the pack. I won the battle, blood was everywhere but I won. I was crowned Alpha. Everyone cheered and then she smiled, the old woman, she said she got what she wanted. I was Alpha. Her son was Alpha. She called me son, right?

I shove open the heavy oak doors to my father’s office I was told he was working from. Father looks up from behind his desk, his graying brows lifting in surprise. Then — for the first time in years — his face breaks into a wide, almost boyish grin. "Son!" he booms, rising to his feet. He strides around the desk and pulls me into a rough embrace, thumping my back like I’m some war hero returning home. "Great you are back, we have a lot to talk about now that you're well again," he says, pride thick in his voice. "The council is thrilled about renaming you as the next Alpha King, like you were always meant to be!"

But when everything I'd sacrificed got thrown back in my face by my own son, when he treated it like something shameful, that was when I realized all my effort had become a joke. "Honey…" Caden swallowed hard, and his eyes filled with anguish. "I'm sorry. This is my fault. I haven't paid enough attention to how you feel. We won't get divorced, okay? Give me a chance. Let me make this up to you." "Daddy, is Mommy leaving us?" Felix finally grasped how serious this was. He ran over crying and wrapped his arms around Caden's leg. "Then who's going to make me food…"

Damien’s father cleared his throat and clasped his hands together, his gaze fixed on his son. “Damien,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative, “we’ve prepared all the necessary paperwork for the transfer of power. It’s time for you to take your rightful place at the helm of our family.” A surge of pride and responsibility swelled within Damien’s chest. He glanced at the documents before him, their significance not lost on him. With a determined nod, he took the pen and signed his name, the strokes carrying the weight of generations. His father’s face beamed with approval, and the attorney extended his hand to shake Damien’s, offering his congratulations. The air seemed to crackle with

"I know you don't want to have children yet and you don't want children but trust me son, one day when you and Trix have children you will feel the same way I felt when your Mommy gave birth to you, it's a different feeling when you are a Father." But Dad, it's a different feeling when you become Mother and that's the feeling you want to feel duh!