The Rightful Alpha

The Whole Truth

Travis

I stare at the box that hold my fathers’s secrets. I keep going back and forth in my head if I really wanted to know this or not. Do I really want to? Do I have to? Would any of this change anything? Or will it just keep my aspect of my father right where it has always been.

My blood boils as a lump in my brain thumps my skulls. Telling me to open the damn box and see what he hid all these years.

“There had to be a reason why he told us about the box.” Malcolm jump to his feet nudging at me to open it.

I bit my bottom lip as my left leg shakes violently. I greeted my nails together as I protested the tension. I stare at this box for a bit. Wondering what I may find out. Maybe there’s nothing and father is just playing a last joke on me. He’s probably on the other side staring back at me right now. Laughing at me, thinking i’m a fool for believing he had some secrets. Little long information about this pack that my father’s mistress belong to.

“f**k it.” I breathed out loud as my heart races in my chest. And I kick the bucket and grab the box to unlock the two golden chains and flip it up.

The box was fill with random items at first. I pulled it all out. Pouring everything on the floor as it covers the ground underneath me. Some items made a small thump while others just floated lightly on the floor. It all just seem like clutter.

“What the hell is this s**t!”

I got up and walk to my bar. I grab a bottle from behind the counter and walk back to the scattered junk. I sat my ass with the bottle in my hand. Taking the cap off, I took a huge chug of the pure liquor that smooth and burn my throat at the same time. My eyes flicker open and closed as I chug it down. Taking another deep breath, I brace myself for the hell storm I may find out tonight. The first few items looks to be just old love notes sent from the woman. I can tell by the dark stain lipstick on the corner of the notes. From what I remember, mother wear a nice pinky color that match closer to her natural lip coat. Not a dark tone that had more of a purple color on the edge.

To my dear Fransisco.

I’ve miss you these last few days. I can not bare to be far from you. Yet both our mates will question our awaits.

I don’t love him, fore you have my heart the moment you lay those brown lushest eyes at me.

I lay in my bed besides him, wishing to Goddess that it was you and not him. Begging her to one day give us our chance for happily ever after.

I await for you at our spot this coming Friday. I imagine you inside me as I wait for you to come back home to me again.

Love your Syline

“Eeww gross what the fuck.” Both Malcolm and myself throw up mentally. I throw the note to the side along with others. Seeing that most of the notes are from her, that he kept hidden away from mother. I came across one note written in father’s handwriting. “It seems to be written for her. But he didn’t sent it.” I said to myself.

My love,

I must end our quest, fore my mate is questioning my time away from the pack. She can feel it, our betrayal getting worse and I can’t longer hurt my mate.

I don’t want to hurt either you or her but at the end of the day it comes down to me being an Alpha and a man. I’m doing what is right for us all. I do hope you understand my love.

So I am sorry. I have to let you go Syline. Our time together will always be treasure in our hearts. Maybe in another life we can get a better chance. But I have to do what is right. I love Ana more and I love my son Travis. I can’t risk losing neither of them. Not even for the half child that grows in your belly.

I wish you better off without me. You two will live a good life in your pack. Your mate will be happy to have a heir from your beauty.

With all my love Fransisco.

“He knew, and he lied!” Malcolm was just as shock as I was. I push away all the awful things in my head away.

I went on to go through more of the stuff. No matter how bad I wanted to burn these notes and just believe that none of this didn’t happen. I can’t! Father wouldn’t of told me if there wasn’t a reason why. He believes that now that he is dead, that this woman may come after our pack. Regardless of my father’s dumbfalls, I’ll never let that happen. I don’t care how in love this woman was with him. I don’t care if her child may be my half brother or not. They have no foot on MY GROUNDS. MINE!

I held a rough thick paper in my hand. Stating a birth of Devin D’Muse. Birth mother Syline D’Muse and Birth father Fransisco Armani. It reads a hospital off territory and printed a few years after I was born. Which would makes Devin 16, only 3 years younger than me.

I shake my head at disbelief, not wanting to believe my father got some other Luna pregnant while claiming he was madly in love with another. Why did they have an affair for? Why would he do this? Why did he attempt to hurt mother? Why did he keep his birth certificated?

With our mated bonds. It was like you are one with your mate. You can feel what they are feeling. You know when they are sad, mad, stress and hurting. Which means you can also feel it when your mate choices to have an affair. Leaving you hurt on your end. Everyone describes the pain in different ways but it always mean your mate was cheating. Some people say they chose to ignore it believing that it’s not true. I just don’t see why you would do such a thing knowing damn well your mate is hurting. That’s was cruel.

I crumb the paper in my hand and throw it to the side with the damn notes. “Ignorant ass motherfucker!” I blurted out. I just couldn’t believe he would have an affair. I thought he met this woman after mother had died.

“Well I guess they got their chance after her death.” Malcolm lay his head hiding his emotions, as was I.

“Yeah but it didn’t last happily ever after like they thought it would.” I growled in the air. “What happen?”

“Maybe after they reconnected things won’t the same. The drive of being hidden wasn’t the same maybe.” Malcolm had a point. I heard of this theory when it comes to humans having affairs. They live for the thrill of the chase and the scandal. Humans were the dumbest species when it came to love.

Going through more items I find pages with detail of the Phoenix Sons territory. Telling me the ways in and out. All the blind spots of their land. Exposing all their grounds, weapons, and army. It had list of names of warriors whom were rank from best to least. Telling me their line up that had change through out the years. It gave me a clear knowledge of all their weak points and their strong ones. Which by all these notes shows me they didn’t really had any. Besides that, things might of change over the years.

They were a small pack and had grown very little over the years. Not much alliances but I doubt anyone would see them as a threat anyways. “I can see why father didn’t want anything to do with them.” I chuckled to myself.

“It wasn’t worth it to him.” Malcolm glare at the notes.

The last page had a small scrabble of how the land looks but it was old and the lines were pretty faded away. “Yeah that’s not gonna help if we needed it.” Malcolm breathe deep through his snot.

“This held a good enough information that I needed on the Phoenix Sons. Just as father explain to me.” I scoff as I realized father wasn’t lying about the box and what it had. It gave me a chance to see how this pack held up all these years. Letting me know that if they choice to come for an alliance or battle. I know what to do, I know the right decision to make.

I nicely put the pages to the side as I grab my bottle and take a big shot out if it. Feeling my body loosen up a bit. “Liquor of courage to help with the rage.” Malcolm pointed out.

With me feeling pretty damn good, not drunk but good. I wasn’t letting my anger take over me as I go through father’s things. I don’t know why but after reading these notes my anger seems to went away. I was more intrigue with my father’s secrets. Everything he hid, they won’t really lies. Just things he didn’t speak of.

I grab one of the last things I found in the box which was a journal. “f**k don’t tell me he had some kind of hidden poetry shit.” I scoff as Malcolm laugh at the ideal of father reading, writing, and telling poetry. Just the thought of seeing him reciting was a good chuckle.

When I opened the first page, a few stuff fell out of it. Scattering all over the floor. “What the f**k man.” I grunted. I put the journal down and pick up the items.

Only to have see that they were old photos. I took another shot of courage as I looked at the photos my father kept away. Most photos were of father and mother. Both young, in love and pure. I mumble sounds under my breath as I flip through their memories. “They were happy.” I said in a low voice

“I’m sure they were until they’re death.” Malcolm added.

“I hope so.”

All I wanted for my parents was for them to be happy and find peace. After mother’s death I just beg for Moon Goddess to help father make amends with his demons. Help him reconsign his deeds so that one day he can find love again with a new mate. Or even die in honor so he can get a chance to be with his Luna again. “I hope they are happy to be with each other again.” I really hope all of this was worth it at the end for him.

Thinking about both their death had this weight on my heart. Making it hard for it to pump blood to my head. So I ran my hand over my face and through my hair. Calming down my breathing as I take a break from this s**t. I took a few minutes to clear my head. Once my foggy brain level back to normal, I chug down more from my bottle as I try to finish going through this damn box.

“Alright let’s see this shit.”

I see that there were more photos in the journal. So I opened the damn thing and shake it upside down. Making more photos fall out of random pages. I clear out my dry throat as I found photos of our family through out the years before mother was taken. We were happy, it was one way you can say it. There was even a photo of just mother and me, father and me, or just single photos of us.

I had a small smile curl up my corner when I found my school photos in here. I never peg father as the guy who kept these things safe. “I just always figure he throw them out.” I thought only mother cared about keeping these pictures safe. She had a whole album with photos. Father never wanted to sit down with us and look through them when I was younger.

“Well he was busy with another person.” Malcolm comment brought me back to reality.

I pile up all the photos neatly and look through the little bits of the items left. There were small velvet bags. They didn’t held much as so I lifted them up. One bag had gold coins in them. The other had some woman’s jewels along with mens. The last one had a set of rings in it with matching necklaces. When I looked closely to them, I noticed these were mother’s.

“He kept her wedding rings.” A small bit of sympathy hit me.

They were beautiful, very nice and elegant. I remember the story behind the rings. When mother and father first met, it was like love at first sight with them. They had only knew each other for about a week before father proposed to her. He said he didn’t had much on him on the time and they went to every store they can at first, but he was only able to get a simple band with no stone. At the time he was only able to find a fake citrine to replace it. Later on he bought her a new ring with a little citrine surrounding a large diamond. Mother refuse to replace her old one. She said she was perfectly happy with what she had. With both stubborn heads they made a deal. On special days she would wear the larger ring and on regular days she wore her original one. Then after I was born father bought her a matching necklace to remember the day.

Looking at the rings and necklace as they match up to one specify photo father had. I guess it made sense for him to keep them. It never really hit me with what happen to her stuff. “He needed to keep them. To keep her close to him still. He will always love her.” He was a damn fool. That’s all, just a God damn fool.

I went in to finally look at father’s journal. Scanning through the pages over pages. Father had logs on notes and scrabble things in the journal. It was all of his affair and his deepest thoughts. There were even a pages from the day before the battle.

This was it, I was finally getting my chance to make it all right for her. This way she will know I truly truly love her at the end of all this erode. Ana will see on the other side where she watches me, she will see I kept this one promise to her. This was my last promise and I wasn’t gonna let her down this time, no not this time.

Ana my soulmate. I will kill this man who took your life, whom took you from me. Leaving me in agony every second of every day without you. Making me into this monster who destroyed everything in his path. This was all his fault, and I was finally getting the God damn chance to make him pay for it.

I will slit his throat and chop him up in pieces. Burning his body, leaving nothing behind for his pack to take back to his Luna. Letting him regret everything he done. Everything their pack put our family through, everything. I will make it all better for you and Travis. Travis needs me to take this man out. I want him to know his mother’s killer is no longer roaming around. I need to do this for Travis.

“He did this for me? But, but he never said it.” My eyes widen apart, revealing the truth of why my father spent all these years chasing this man.

“He loved us Travis, he wanted to make things better that’s all.” Malcolm was like more like my father than mine sometimes. It wasn’t bad but I hate him some points. Pointing out the damn meanings between the lines. Malcolm always thinks quicker than I do.

I spent the rest of my day lock in my study. I drank a good two bottles the whole night. And enjoy a day of reading all the notes and files father had on Syline and the Phoenix Sons. I also spent the time reading father’s journal.

It gave me a really good clear of how my father was. How he was with my mother underneath his thick skin. Everything he wrote were things he kept hidden from others. Most of things he fear of and how he just wants to be a better person for his wife and son.

I understood father more than I thought I did. I get where he came from and why he was so hard on me all my life. All his greatest fears he had about himself. He just worry he will pass them down to me. That’s why he always gave me speeches about being strong and allow both your allies and enemies to fear you. I just thought he didn’t see me as a strong Alpha in the future.

But now I know the real reason why. My father was more of a man than I thought he was. He was stubborn, strong, brave, foolish, in love, selfish, honorable, asshole of a man. And I hope I can live up to be just as half of the man he was. A great Alpha, father, and husband.