With Confusion and Anger

Annabeth stared at him in absolute shock, unable to believe what this boy had just said.

She wanted to tell him he was nuts, but then took a closer look at him. The eyes were just like hers and her brother's, and his face was just like that of Jonathan back when he was a young man. If he dyed his hair blonde, he would be a perfect replica of her teenage Alpha.

"Jo...Jonathan! Can you please come here!" The teen smiled as she stepped aside, hoping her brother would take her place. But he seemed to take this as an invitation to come in and marched through the door before she could stop him.

"Nice place," he smiled. "Really nice. It'll be fun living here."

"Living?" Annabeth asked, as Jonathan and Emily stepped into the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Her brother asked, then noticed him. "Who the heck are you?" Annabeth tried to tell him, but she couldn't string the words together. Luckily, he spoke for himself.

"Hey Dad." Jonathan's eyes went wide, "so we finally meet."

"What?" Jonathan looked at him like he was crazy, "what are you talking about? I'm not your father."

"Oh, but you are." He then turned to Emily and smiled, "you must be my stepmother." He held out a hand, "names Hayden. Hayden Ross. But I guess it should be Hayden Stewart." Emily looked like she was about to take his hand, but Jonathan stopped her.

"Quit playing games. Who are you really?"

"I told you, I'm your son." Hayden walked passed him and into the living room, the three older individuals rushing after him. "Wow," he sat on the couch, "this place really is great."

"I didn't say you could sit down!" Jonathan glared at him. "Get up and get out of my house."

"But it's not your house," Hayden smirked. "You know how old I am?" Jonathan crossed his arms, "nineteen years and three months. That means, for three months, this house has legally belonged to me since I'm your oldest born son."

"You're not my son."

"Oh, I am. Maybe you should think back to when you went to Las Vegas about twenty years ago." Jonathan frowned, whilst Emily and Annabeth shared a confused look. Jonathan had gone to Las Vegas two decades ago, doing so for his bachelor party right before he married Emily. It had been a pretty awesome night, though he was too drunk to remember most of it. But one memory he did have, was meeting a hot cocktail waitress at one of the bars.

Slowly, Jonathan's eyes went wide as he remembered shacking up with the slut after she got off work. They ended up going back to her place, where he had fucked her well into the night. "No," he shook his head, "that's not possible."

"It is," Hayden smirked. "You were so drunk, you forgot about protection and you ended up knocking my mother up."

Emily and Annabeth looked at Jonathan in shock. "Is this true?" Emily asked, "is he your son?"

"No," Jonathan shook his head, "I refuse to believe this. He's clearly just trying to trick us into thinking I'm his father so he can take everything we have." He turned back to his 'son', "get out before I call the police."

"Call them," Hayden stated. "But they won't do anything. I'm your son and that means this place is mine now." The pair stared one another down and Jonathan turned to rush out the room, searching for his phone to call the cops.

As they waited, Emily and Annabeth sat down on a couch opposite Hayden's. "So," Emily looked nervous, "growing up in Las Vegas. That must have been fun."

"Not really. Mom lost her job when she started showing and barely managed to make it through the pregnancy. Once I was born, she had to take a hotel cleaning job and take me with her. When I got older, she made me help out with the cleaning. As I got older, had to get a bunch of different jobs just to make ends meet. Luckily, the hotels we worked at had free wifi so I was able to take school online and learn everything I needed to to survive."

"And your mother?" Annabeth asked, "where's she?" Hayden looked down, clearly upset about something.

"She died a year ago. Got sick and we couldn't afford the medicine to save her. That's when she told me all about who my father was and that he lived in an Oedipal Zone." Jonathan returned with his phone in hand, "since then I've been searching every Oedipal Zone in america. She said he was in Vegas for his bachelor party, so I looked up every wedding that occurred in the Oedipal Zones nine months before I was born. It took a while to comb through them all, but eventually I found you."

"Well your investigation was wrong," Jonathan stated. "You're not my son and the police will be arriving soon to arrest you."

"John," Annabeth spoke up, "look at him. He's just like you were when you were his age. It's possible he is your son."

"He's not," Jonathan growled. "And even if he was, so what? Doesn't mean anything. He wasn't born in the Oedipal Zone, so he's not an Alpha."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Hayden smirked. "I checked the law and there's nothing saying an Alpha can't pass their status onto a child born or raised outside of the zone. I am you son and soon enough, everything he will be mine." Jonathan looked like he was ready to throttle his boy. But before he could attempt to hit him, another knock at the door caught their attention.

Jonathan left and returned a moment later with a police officer. Jeff Rains was a police officer and friend of Jonathan's, who would soon be passing his alpha-hood onto his own son. "Alright," Jeff looked around, "what seems to be the problem here?"

"The problem is this young man claims to be Jonathan's soon," Emily stated. "And if he is, it'll mean he'll be the family's new Alpha."

"Is that so?" Jeff turned to Hayden. "You understand that claiming to be an Alpha is a serious offence? If it turns out you're not, even if you don't live in the Zone, you'll face serious repercussions. Johnny here will be allowed to demand any punishment he deems fit."

"I know," Hayden nodded. "But I'm not wrong. I know I'm his son, so let's get this over with. What do I have to do to prove I'm the legal Alpha of this family?"