The Son Of Red Fang นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Lozark rests his hand on his son's shoulder. *His son is one of the winners tonight.* “You must do well in all the competitions.” He nods his head. “I know you will become a great Alpha but you can't do anything without my support. The pack is full of my people, they fear me, and they will only support you if I tell them. Keep your promise to me and find the Red Ruby.” *He is trying to control his own son. No wonder Raven Aylestone is planning on betraying his father for the Red Ruby. He is even keeping my secret of being a hunter to use me.*

I look at my dad with my mouth hanging open, my mind creating a horrible view of a future where I have fucking five kids running around because I have to keep trying for a boy but Anya’s dumb womb only produces girls. “If you have a full-blooded Red Wolf son, the chances are very high that he will be a True Alpha, like you,” my dad continues, ignoring the way I’m very evidently freaking out, “That way, this pack will stay in our bloodline. And then it will be your turn to worry about the future and do this sort of thing. And I hope your son is as difficult as you are so you can understand what I’m going through right now.” "Dramatic," I scoff, crossing my arms and looking away. I hate that t

It was an old mansion. “Where is that freaking place?” I asked him. “Somewhere in the woods, farmland. It’s a home to a ruthless vampire who’s obsessed with torturing wolves.” Red said, his eyes become all white as he searches for my son. “That ancient vampire is ruthless. It’ll be suicidal if you go alone,” he said. “I planned it. I’m taking back my son.” “What if you will never make it out alive?” “I will.” Red looked at me, determined and then he smiled.

Xander smiled and prepared a cup of coffee for me, just the way I liked. "Is the child black haired with silver eyes?" My mouth dropped open and I nodded. "Yes, he's a very handsome child but his eyes flashed red," I mumbled softly and he smiled and clapped his hands. "Call him Silvar Rurik Draco, the red in his eyes just means he is a direct descendant of Vlad. He will be considered Rogue's son because he carries Vlad's bloodline. I'm happy for you both, your son will grow to be very powerful," he explained and I nodded as I sipped my coffee.

I started scanning immediately and Rogan so kindly pointed to where I now read. The Red Cresent Moon's first red wolf descendant pack leader, “Estrid.” Estrid was recorded to have a male son named “Magnus.” I reread and read it a thousand times. Estrid was my grandmother’s name. A truly beautiful name and I couldn't wait to call it to her in my dreams Magnus was my father that so kindly smiled at me, but still, there was one thing missing. I looked up with tears in my eyes but smiling at Rogan, “And my mother?”

Without another word, we slipped into the trees, the darkness swallowing us whole. The journey south was silent except for the rustling of leaves underfoot. Fredrick moved with the grace of someone who knew the land well, while I kept close behind, scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. “Tell me about the Red Fangs,” I whispered, breaking the silence. Fredrick didn’t glance back as he responded. “They don’t follow the moon’s law. They were cast out of their former packs for crimes ranging from murder to betrayal.” “And my father thinks they’ll fight for him?”

CHAPTER 23 A heavy and dangerous voice scattered in the dining hall. I raised my head to look at the person who just called my mate. He appeared different from his family members, but the resemblance was uncanny between him and his eldest son, Jacob! Fiarra’ father and the leader of this pack. An alpha to be called in respect. I can’t talk my eyes off him. His dark red hair is the symbol of fire within him and the black eyes are the darkness he holds for his enemy.

“Mother. What’s his weakness?” Mother. He said it. Out loud. Claimed it. The pack hears. The fracture seals. One millimeter. “Sybil didn’t say,” I admit. “But if he’s like Clay, like Cael... emotion triggers it. Rage. Grief.” I look at the Redfang wolves. “What makes him feel?” The lead Redfang wolf steps forward. The one who dropped the heart. He shifts. Man. Scarred. No name given. “Family,” he says. Voice like gravel. “He hunts family. He lost his. Now he takes others.”

I gasp. There is only one bloodline I know of that exhibits that hair color. Of all people, it has to be the son of the Lycan King, Prince Alaric Graymore! Instinctively, I bow my head, not daring to look into his eyes in case he deemed it disrespectful. For someone like me, I am nothing but a measly worm he could crush easily in a blink of an eye if he wanted to. He is ruthless, cold-blooded, and shows no mercy to anyone who dares cross his path.

Mate or no mate bond he wasn’t having her! I wanted to stride over there and crush this parasite that had latched itself onto Red. I knew of his family; I had grown up close by, we had all heard the stories of our father's rivalry! The brutality and cruelty that had transpired from both sides causing a ridiculous feud; people just needed to accept when they were beaten. But it was no secret how hungry for power the pup's father was. Apparently, that trait was passed down to wolf boy, too, as he desperately tried to get his paws into my ruby angel.