My mother and Eric's mother were Scandinavians and they were also best friends. My mother was of Vikings descent. They're the Norsemen raiders and warriors, that was why I was named Thor, the most widely-known powerful god of thunder, known for his bravery, strength, and healing powers?
Eric's mother was the first to move to America when she got mated to an American who came to Denmark for business. The month her best friend left, my mom followed suit. Not because she also found her mate in an American shifter but because she missed her best friend
She met my father, the Alpha of the new pack her friend now belonged to and they fell in love, or so she thought until he found his mate and broke up with her. She was heartbroken and didn't realize she was pregnant until two months after their breakup. By then, his Luna's pregnancy had been widely announced and celebrated.
Every shifter in Silver Moon Pack knew who my mother was to the Alpha before he met his mate. Those who never liked her, mostly the she-wolves because she managed to get the attention of the 'almighty Alpha of the biggest pack in North America' made fun of her. She left the pack when she couldn't bear the insults and abuse anymore and moved to the outskirts of the human neighborhood where no one would bother her since they didn't know who she was.
Even though my dad stopped every form of communication with my mother when he met his mate, I was glad when I learned he never stopped providing for her needs. Mom told me she never lacks for material things till she gave birth to me. Of course every support he rendered to her always went through his Beta, Eric's dad since he avoided her like a plague.
The Luna, the Beta's wife, that's my mom's best friend and my mom all put to bed the same month. Eric came first, he was born on the 18th of the month. The two Alpha's sons came on the same day. I was born at 3 am on the 29th while Justin, my half-brother came at 10 pm. I laughed when I heard the story of how the Luna was sad for many days and refused to eat because I'm the first son. She should have met my mom and understood what it feels like to truly be unhappy.
Eric and I also got to be best friends since cradle because his parents were always visiting us or when my dad sent his Beta over to bring over some stuff. Except for fatherly love which I never got and Eric's dad did his best to cover up, I also never lacked anything. We attended the best werewolves elementary and middle school while Justin was homeschooled within our father's mansion to receive lessons and training on how to become an Alpha who is capable of ruling and protecting his pack members
I never for once met my dad personally until my teenage years. The only place I got to see him was on TV while granting interviews or attending banquets and charity events. Whenever I asked about him from mom or his Beta, they were always feeding me some cock and bull story about him being too busy. And I've always wondered how a man could be so busy to the extent he wouldn't be bothered about meeting his son, even if he's illegitimate.
I was thirteen when I finally met my dad for the first time and it happened because I beat the crap out of Justin for calling my mom a whore. It was his first day of learning in a proper school. During lunch hour, he came straight to where Eric and I were sitting with his minions walking behind him. They all thought I was gonna be an easy game for him to push around because of all the training he received as the future Alpha.
What they never knew was that my mother was a warrior. A direct descendant of Vikings and her blood runs in my veins. I already had it in me, even without all the training he received.
Our parents were called after we fought and turned the cafeteria upside down. I was surprised to see my dad, who they all kept saying was too busy to check on me, come to the school with his Luna to find out who fought his son. He was also surprised to meet my mom and me already waiting at the principal's office. I guessed they never told him the person that beat his precious heir to the throne was his illegitimate son.
It didn't matter to my dad that Justin came at me first with his minions, insulting and spoiling for a fight. It didn't matter that he called me a bastard and my mom a whore right in front of everyone. No matter how I tried to justify myself that he started the fight, his Luna still declared that a barbarian bastard cannot learn alongside her only son.
Exactly her words. She called me a 'barbarian bastard!' right in front of everyone present. It was a slap on mom's face as she looked shocked and hurt. I looked over at my dad and he had this I-don't-care kinda look on his face. Like 'yeah, so what if she called you that, what's the big deal?' I was also hurt, but what really took the wind out of my sails was when he commanded the principal to expel me from school.
"What!?..." I exclaimed and sprang up from where I was sitting. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was completely perplexed that my own father would expel me from school because of a fight with his other son! I never asked to be born so how could he hate me so much!?" I wondered
My blood boiled with pent-up angry emotions as I stood before him. I was not a skinny kid and was already about 5 feet, 9 inches tall at thirteen. My dad couldn't be more than six feet. I stood almost toe to toe, glaring at him with our three inches difference in height.
"Would you have come if I was the one that got beaten up!?" I asked him furiously. "If your precious son couldn't take being hit, why come after me then!?... Some father you are!" I spat out the last part when he didn't reply to any of my questions. He just continued to stare at me, his face showing no emotions
"How dare you talk to your father like that!?" his Luna shot up from her chair, in response to what I said
"You're right. He's my father so stay out of it and mind your fucking business, bitch!" I shouted back at her. I was spoiling for a fight. If her son could call my mom a whore then she can handle me calling her a bitch.
Her face lost a bit of color out of shock. I guess nobody ever spoke to her in such manner before. She couldn't retort back and looked towards my dad questioningly like she was asking him to punish me for being insolent. When she didn't get any reaction from him she looked back at me, pure hatred burning in her eyes.
"C'mon Thor, let's get out of here!" My mom said, pulling at my arm. She picked up my backpack from the floor and handed it over to me. As we walked towards the door, I loved the part where she stopped in front of my dad and gave him a resounding slap in the presence of everyone. Alpha or not.
I learned an important lesson that day... As an illegitimate child, nothing would be handed over to me unless I worked hard for it. I was determined to achieve excellence in everything I touch, if not for anyone but for the sake of my mother.
My Uncle somehow heard what happened to me and insisted my mom return back home to Denmark. Two days later, he came for us himself with his private plane. It was at the airport when we were about to board the plane that all hell broke loose.