The Alpha

Father

Jackson pov

The moment we got back to the pack, I lead Alexandria towards my home. My house is a log cabin and is very spacious, perfect for a family. We hadn't spoken since we left the beach, the beach where she saved me. It was a comfortable silence though, so I didn't mind, I knew that she needed some time to think.

I open the door and she goes upstairs, to the bedroom. I sigh as I hear the door close. "Hello son." My father says from the living room.

"Holy shit! What the hell dad? You scared the shit out of me!" I exclaimed as I flipped the lights on.

He was sitting in the dark, waiting for me to get home. Creepy.

"I see that you have found her." He sighs.

"Ya, about that. Why IN THE HELL DID YOU MAKE ME MARK CARRIE AS MY MATE?" I ask in my alpha voice.

"Oh, son sit down please, make yourself at home." He pats the couch but I stay standing. I want answers.

He sighs again, "Well ok, I wanted to prevent this mating. I didn't want you to meet that filthy bloodsucker. Ever." He growls.

I snarl, "And why was that father?"

"She isn't who you think she is son. She is something completely different. She may drink blood but there is another side to the story here. She killed somebody. And that somebody was your brother."

"My brother died when he was 4. There is no way she killed him."

"Son, she is 1000 years old."

"And, who just randomly walks up and says 'oh I'm going to murder this kid?"'

"Her." He scoffs.

"She wouldn't do that dad. She is sweet, not cruel. She wouldn't just murder somebody in cold blood."

"Jackson? Who is this guy?"

I whip around and immediately go to my mate. "This guy is my father. Kyle."

"Oh."

Kyle smirks evily, "We meet again Alexandria."

She gasps in horror, recognition clear on her face. She knows him. She knows my father.

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Alexandria pov

I gasp in horror, recognition dawning. Kyle is here. Kyle, the one who murdered my family 30 years ago. Kyle, the one who let me live because I have a purpose. Why is he here? I don't understand. Why does he have to be my mates father?

"Why is he here?" I snapped.

Kyle chuckled, "Not a friendly hello dear?"

"YOU MURDERED MY FAMILY!" I screamed. I felt my fangs ejaculate, my body ached with a need for blood.

Jackson starts to walk towards me but I hiss in his direction and he halts. His eyes widen and his mouth opens to say something but he snaps it shut and looks down at the floor.

"Now, now Alexandria. we wouldn't want to frighten anybody now would we, with you being a vampire and all, in wolf territory." Great now Kyle is trying to make me chill. He deserves my wrath. The bastard has nerve.

"I hate you." I step closer, "You came to my house," I poke him in the chest, "you slaughtered my family in cold blood," I poke him again, "you let me live. You made me suffer for 30 years, knowing I wouldn't resort to suicide because I was hell bent on revenge!" I spit in his face and slam him against the wall, my hand wrapped around his throat, his pulse hammering. "And for that, you will always be nothing to me but a worthless piece of shit that deserves to suffer." I finish and then I walk upstairs to take a shower.

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Jackson pov

There are no other words. I am astonished that she said that to him. I am also pissed because she hissed at me, but then again she was really pissed. I should have known better than to try to calm her. Then it hits me.

"YOU MURDERED HER FAMILY?" I scream in my father's face.

He is still shaken, he is rubbing his neck with a look in his eyes, a look of fear. It's radiating off of his body, bone chilling fear.

He looks me square in the face, "Yes son and I don't regret it." Then he walks out of the door.