All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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61. Meeting My Mother

CHAPTER 61 OLANDRIA I stood at the top of the stairs, frozen. Marcus wanted Lorenzo to bring me to his territory. To his beach house. Like we were some charity case that needed rescuing. And worse, Lorenzo was considering it. I felt anger and hurt twist in my chest. I didn't want to go to Marcus's territory. I didn't want his hospitality or his beach house or anything else from him. I wanted Lorenzo to myself, here, in our own home. But I couldn't say that. Couldn't be the clingy, possessive mate who threw a tantrum every time her Alpha talked to someone else. So I plastered on a smile and went downstairs. "Morning," I said brightly. Too brightly. Lorenzo's eyes narrowed slightly. He could feel my emotions through the bond, knew I was faking it. "Morning, baby," he said carefully. "Coffee?" "Please." The three of us sat in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Marcus excused himself to make some calls. The moment he was gone, Lorenzo turned to me. "You heard," h

62. Talk To Me, Baby

CHAPTER 62 LORENZO Olandria went completely still after her father's announcement. Not frozen in shock—more like she'd turned to stone, every emotion locked down tight behind walls I could feel her building through the bond. "I don't want to see her," she said flatly, standing up from the table. "Tell her I'm not interested." "Sweetheart—" Nicholas started. "I mean it, Dad. She walked out fourteen years ago. She doesn't get to just show up now because it's convenient." She was already heading for the door, and I followed, thanking Nicholas quietly before catching up to her outside. She was walking fast, her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to hold herself together. I caught her hand, and she didn't pull away, but she didn't slow down either. "Talk to me," I said gently. "There's nothing to talk about," she said, her voice tight. "She left. End of story." But through the bond, I could feel the storm of emotions she was trying to suppress. Hurt. Anger. And undern

63. Just Say The Word

CHAPTER 63 OLANDRIA The café my mother had chosen was small and quiet, tucked away on a side street I'd walked past a hundred times but never entered. I stood outside for a full minute before Lorenzo gently took my hand. "We can leave," he said. "Right now. Just say the word." But I shook my head. "No. I need to do this." He squeezed my hand. "Then let's do it." The moment we walked inside, I saw her. Diane Bennet—or whatever her last name was now—sat in a corner booth, nervously shredding a napkin. She looked older than I remembered, lines around her eyes and mouth that hadn't been there in the handful of memories I had of her. But her eyes were the same. Hazel, like mine. She stood up when she saw me, her hand going to her mouth. "Olandria." "Hi," I said stiffly. We stood there in awkward silence for a moment before she gestured to the booth. "Please, sit." Lorenzo and I slid in across from her. He didn't let go of my hand. "Thank you for coming," Diane said, her voice

64. Mate Bond🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

CHAPTER 64 LORENZO The beach house was perfect. Not too big, not too small—just a cozy cottage right on the sand with floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the ocean breeze and the sound of waves. Private enough that we wouldn't be disturbed, but close enough to civilization that we could get supplies if needed. But the best part? It was just us. No pack business, no visiting Alphas, no family drama. Just Olandria and me for an entire week. "This is amazing," she breathed, stepping out onto the deck. The ocean stretched out before us, endless and beautiful. I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You did good, little wolf." She leaned back into me, and I felt her contentment through the bond. For the first time in weeks, she wasn't stressed or anxious or dealing with someone else's problems. She was just... happy. "What do you want to do first?" I asked, pressing a kiss to her temple. She turned in my arms, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The ocean. I want

65. You Deserve It

CHAPTER 65 OLANDRIA We made it back to pack territory with hours to spare before the ceremony. The whole pack was buzzing with excitement, and I felt my own anticipation building. My dad and Eli were finally making it official, and I was genuinely happy for them. "I can't believe this is happening," Eli said when I found him getting ready. He looked nervous and excited and absolutely radiant. "You deserve this," I told him, pulling him into a hug. "You both do." "Thank you," he said, squeezing back. "For accepting us. For being here. It means everything." "You're my best friend," I said. "Of course I'm here." After he left to finish preparing, I found my dad in his room, struggling with his tie. "Here," I said, stepping in to help. "Let me." He stood still while I worked, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said quietly. "For giving us your blessing. I know this wasn't easy for you." "You're happy," I said simply. "That's all that matters. And Eli make

66. Come Back To Bed

CHAPTER 66 OLANDRIA Something was wrong. I woke up for the third morning in a row feeling like I might vomit, my stomach churning violently the moment I sat up. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was dry heaving over the toilet, my body shaking. "Baby?" Lorenzo's voice came from the bedroom, heavy with sleep and concern. "You okay?" "Fine," I called back, wiping my mouth with a shaky hand. "Just... something I ate, probably." But I knew that was a lie. This wasn't food poisoning. This was something else entirely. The nausea passed after a few minutes, leaving me weak and clammy. I brushed my teeth and stared at myself in the mirror, taking stock. Dark circles under my eyes from exhaustion. Skin looking pale. Breasts tender and swollen. And my period was late. Very late. Three weeks late, to be exact. My hand went to my stomach automatically, my heart starting to pound. No. It couldn't be. We'd been careful. Mostly. Okay, not really. But still— "Ollie?" Lorenzo appear

67. Can't Stop Touching Her

CHAPTER 67 LORENZO I couldn't stop touching her. My hand constantly found its way to Olandria's stomach, even though there was nothing to feel yet. No bump, no movement, just the knowledge that our child was growing inside her. Our child. The thought filled me with such overwhelming joy I could barely contain it. But underneath that joy was a current of terror so strong it sometimes took my breath away. Because I'd been here before. "Lorenzo, I'm pregnant." Elena's voice, excited and terrified. We hadn't been trying, hadn't planned for it. But she was glowing with happiness, her hand on her still-flat stomach. "That's amazing," I'd said, pulling her into my arms. "We're having a baby." Three months later, she was dead. And so was our child. I shook off the memory, focusing on Olandria instead. She was sitting on the couch, reading a book about pregnancy, completely absorbed. "Did you know the baby is the size of a blueberry right now?" she asked, looking up at m

68. Distrust

CHAPTER 68 OLANDRIA I felt it through the bond before Liam even finished explaining. Lorenzo's shock. His confusion. His dawning horror. A woman at the border. A child. Claims the boy is his. My hand went to my stomach instinctively, protectively, as nausea that had nothing to do with morning sickness rolled through me. "I need to go," Lorenzo said, already grabbing his keys. "I'm coming with you," I said immediately. "Ollie, maybe you should—" "I'm coming," I repeated, my voice leaving no room for argument. He looked at me for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay." The drive to the border felt endless. My mind raced with possibilities, each one worse than the last. What if he really did have a child? What if there was some woman out there who'd been raising his son for years? What if he'd lied to me? No. Lorenzo wouldn't lie. Not about something like this. But then why did my chest feel like it was caving in? When we arrived at the border checkpoint, I saw her immediately.

69. Need To Feel You 🌶️🌶️

LORENZO I didn't sleep. How could I? Olandria was right there beside me, so close I could reach out and touch her, but she might as well have been miles away. The mate bond ached with our discord, a constant throbbing pain in my chest that wouldn't ease. I could feel her pain too—her fear, her jealousy, her hurt. It was eating her alive, and I had no way to fix it. Not until those test results came back. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. Isabelle. I barely remembered her. A conference eight years ago, a few drinks, three nights of meaningless sex that I'd forgotten about the moment I left Seattle. And now she was here, claiming I had a son. It wasn't possible. We'd used protection every single time. I'd been careful. I was always careful. But that boy... Jacob. Those eyes. That face. No. I refused to believe it. Refused to accept that I'd unknowingly fathered a child and abandoned him for eight years. Beside me, Olandria shifted, and I felt her wake up. She didn't say

70. I'll Marry You

We're more than okay," I promised, already walking her backward toward the wall. I pressed her against it, my hands going to her hips. "I'm going to make you forget every doubt. Every fear. I'm going to make you feel how much I love you." "Yes," she breathed. "Please, Enzo." I hiked her dress up roughly, not bothering with finesse. We needed this—needed the connection, the proof that we were still us. "You're the only one," I growled, freeing myself from my pants. "Only you, Ollie. Always you." I entered her in one hard thrust, and we both groaned at the feeling. "Say it," I demanded, starting to move. "Say you're mine." "I'm yours," she gasped. "Only yours." "And I'm yours," I said, fucking her harder against the wall. "No one else. Never anyone else." The sex was rough and desperate, both of us needing to reconnect after the hell of the last twenty-four hours. I pounded into her, and she met every thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I love you," I said over and ov

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