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Bastard Son Of An Alpha King

Bastard Son Of An Alpha King

Author:Lulu Bells

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Werewolf

Introduction
Nick Owen is a bastard son of a king who was conceived and born after a reckless and uncontrollable night of passion between his dad and his human witch Mum. He was abandoned, left to be catered for by his father and evil stepmother till the day he arrest a rogue who turned out to be his mate. And just when he thinks he has gotten his happily ever after, a series of unpleasant things happen. First, his position as heir to the throne was given to his stepbrother, then his mate was forcefully betrothed to another, and later, he finds out his mate is his mother's daughter. How cruel can the moon goddess be to a Bastard son of an Alpha King?
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Nick's POV

Ever found yourself in a situation where you feel you could be so much more, but you are impeded by either the environment you found yourself in or by the people you surround yourself with.

I know you have heard so many stories about how women and girls were maltreated and pushed against the wall in the very place they called home. But hardly does anyone share stories of the male folks being dehumanized and made to be the subject of mockery to their subordinates.

I'm so sorry for my rant, I know you are beginning to wonder who the fuck I am. Well, I am a nobody, at least that is what everyone over the years has made me believe.

Even though I am the first son of the greatest alpha king that has ever lived, with over fifty packs scattered all around the united states of America under his command. I just happen to be my father's greatest regret, the worst mistake he has ever made.

I do not know who my mother is or was, I have never met her. But according to the rumors I have heard, the story goes that my mother who happened to be a human abandoned me after she found out that my father was a werewolf.

Growing up I was always haunted by the thought that I was not good enough, because if I was, my mother would not have done what she did. But over time, I have come to realize that if anyone chooses not to stay in my life, it's their loss. They only created a vacuum for someone more important to fill.

“Nick where are you?" I heard Simeon call out through the mind link.

Simeon is my best friend, it's safe to say we became friends as a result of our predicament. Simeon's mother died while giving birth to him, and the same day, he lost his father on the battleground.

Everyone thinks he is cursed as it is uncommon to have multiple tragedies befall on a newborn. We both grew up in my late grandma's cabin, and since we both had just ourselves, we grew up like brothers.

“Getting ready to come out,” I said stretching and yawning on the tiny pieces of foam I use as a bed. The foam would accommodate any moderate person with an average height, but it was very tiny for me because I was over six feet tall.

I live in an old abandoned basement in the packhouse, where I share space with old and abandoned household equipment.

I stood up from the foam to get dressed for the day, as I randomly picked up my old faded blue jeans and white shirt to wear. The good thing is, I can make any shirt look good due to my body build.

I was in no time ready to step out of the shit hole I call a room. As soon as I step foot inside the Packhouse which happens to be a magnificent castle, I saw Richard coming out of his room with a girl.

My evil stepbrother.

His face was all sweet and filled with smiles till the moment his eyes landed on me, the smiles disappeared. I sort of have that type of effect on people generally, and my evil stepbrother is no exemption.

The girl by his side is shyly looking at her uninteresting toes, her hair was a knotted mess and it looked like they had a very interesting night.

I could feel the spinning arrows from Richards's eyes on me, but, I decided to ignore him and be on my way to avoid trouble.

“Come back here,” he barked after me his voice stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at him and the whore by his side.

“Is this how you were taught to pay respect to your alpha?” he questioned trying to attempt the use of authority in his voice which felt like a feathery tickle on my cheeks.

“you are not the alpha yet, at least wait till your father's death before claiming to be one,” I said to him casually.

“and I can promise you that it won't be long, as you know it, our father is already very sick and may die anytime soon, so I will advise that you start packing your belongings because as soon as I become the alpha you will be banished from this land bastard," he said spitting out his venom all over the place.

I can't believe this stupid dumb imbecile is wishing his father death. Not that I give a fuck if the old bastard dies or lives.

“You seem to forget that I am older than you, and as such, I demand that you mind the tone of voice you use when addressing me,” I said while walking towards him to close the gap between us.

That moment I was upset, and beating him up was the only reasonable thing that appealed to my already bruised ego.

I mean who wouldn't be pissed, my position as heir to the throne as the only true alpha male in the family was passed down to this imbecile just because he is a legitimate son.

“How dare you raise your voice to talk to your alpha to be in that manner?” Miranda said, walking in from outside the door, her face darkening with her poor choice of make-up, like who fuck wears make-up in the wee hours of the morning.

Miranda is my father's mistress and baby mama. To some extent, it's safe to say that she is my stepmother in terms of wickedness and manipulation. She possesses all the bad attributes of what a stepmother should be.

Her reddish-brown hair that she tries so hard to style fancifully reminds me of my old grandma mopping stick that was used to mob off the blood of injured soldiers.

“How do you want him to address you, you seem to have forgotten your place here in this palace, you are a nobody, a bloody bastard, and don't be fooled by these muscles of yours, because if you allow yourself to be fooled by it, it would be your undoing,” she scoffed out flickering her evil eyes in their tiny little socket.

I could feel my blood boil as I tighten my already fisted hands, I was trying so hard to control the anger in me.

“Why are you suddenly quiet? You seem all bossy a few minutes ago, you bloody son of a prostitute,” Richard said with an evil grin. At that moment I lost It.

In a flash, I walked over to where he stood and I held him by his throat so tightly that he starts to gasp for breath, I lifted him off the ground as his legs found themselves floating in the air. His eyes were popping blood and his nose was not left out in the spilling. He grabbed on tightly to my hand attempting to loosen my tight grip around his neck.

His mother was terrified as she hits me countlessly in a bid to make me free her son, but her slaps and kicks felt like nothing to me. If anything, I was happy to see her suffer. Within seconds he stopped moving, he was dead with his eyes wild open and his tongue sticking out, I was fucking glad that my face was the last thing he saw he died.

“What are you staring at, don't you have someplace to be?” Miranda said, her voice bringing me back from my deepest imagination.

Walk away Nick, just walk away my wolf said.

So I turned and left mother and son to their delusion, because I knew if I stayed and shared the same air space with them longer than I already had, one of them will surely be dead.

I could feel their eyes piercing holes through my body as I walked out of the door, I assured myself that one day, I am going to pay them for all their ill-treatment towards me.

“Nick where are you, a rogue has been spotted lurking around the park,” Simeon said through the mind link.

Just what I needed.