Aidan Gallagher Younger Novels & Stories

Liam: I waited outside the estate’s main doors, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as if that would help the nerves crawling under my skin. I wasn’t supposed to be nervous. I wasn't even supposed to be as giddy as I felt. I’d faced bloodied wars. I’d led wolves into battle. I’d stood before Elders and kings without blinking. I even fought off rogues who invaded the territory without fearing the sight of blood, the smell of it, all while I was craving the adrenaline that came with it.

“You won’t hurt me or you will lose your daughter and my son. Be a good girl Sadie and just come with me?” “Them? Who the fuck is them?” I snapped. Oh my god, is there more out there like Sadie? Does my father have these people? What in the actual fuck was going on? My head started to spin. All of a sudden was pinned against the wall. Sadie turned and looked at me. Then this young girl came walking into the room and went to stand next to my father. Her eyes never leaving mine. “I’d like for you to meet cadence. Cadence is like you Sadie. Only I think she is stronger than you. Say hello, Cadence.”

*Whoosh* *Whoosh* *Whoosh* *Whoosh* *Whoosh* Several images of Kylie kept appearing and reappearing around Aiden as the young woman who had only began her journey, fluttered about like a bee high on drugs. “I don’t believe it,” Jack’s voice carried a trace of stunned surprise. Aiden chuckled wryly and said, “Well you better. She has finally broken through. She is a 1 Star warrior now.”

Came down again. Imbedded in his upper arm. A tide of patrons followed Aiden across the road. The play had gone too far. There was blood on the stage now. Danny’s blood. Babe’s blood. Aiden tackled the attacker with force he hadn’t needed to exhibit since his days on the Lismore under 22s football team, a time when the stink of churned dirt and menthol creams were as much a part of his life as his scholarship-funded studies. He used to think he missed that kind of action.

“Aidan, who is she?!” Aidan instinctively wrapped an arm around Adriana’s waist, his thoughts briefly distracted: Why has she lost weight again? His protective stance was evident as he looked back at the girl with a faintly smug expression. “Who is she? Isn’t it obvious?” The girl was around twenty-five or twenty-six, dressed in a doll-collared outfit, with medium-length, sleek, ion-permed hair. Her makeup was carefully done in shades of orange and shimmering eyeshadow, giving her a youthful, Lolita-inspired appearance at first glance.

"Marek already did and I gave it my approval.“ “So that's where you're heading?" I nodded, "We need to get there soon!“ Aiden poured the whole gulp of the hot coffee and it flushed down his throat in one instance. “Greg!" he yelled, the guard at the gate alerted. "Open the gate, now!“ he barked and Greg immediately carried out his command, unlocking and swiping the big metal gate open. And there was this surge of pride that ran through my veins. Aiden was barely twenty one, yet he portrayed the qualities of an Alpha waiting to take over.

I waved and smiled at her, but she remained shyly behind the door. "That's my sister, Mary." Adam introduced his sister to me. "Mary, this is Laird, my friend." "Oh, this is your little sister you mentioned yesterday. How old is she?" I asked. "Six years old," Adam replied with a chuckle. "Is she the little sister you mentioned who loves to play dancing game with you?" I asked in amazement. "Yes!" he replied with a laugh. Adam and I laughed together. It was funny how Fenella was compared to a six-year-old girl by the boy she liked.

And surprisingly— Several included Aiden smiling. Actually smiling. I stopped briefly near one picture. A younger Aiden stood beside his mother while holding what looked like an academic award. He couldn’t have been older than sixteen. His expression looked less guarded there. Softer. “You found blackmail material,” he muttered beside me. “I didn’t know you smiled before adulthood.” “Rare condition.” Mrs. Smith scoffed dramatically. “He used to smile all the time before becoming insufferably serious.” “I’m standing right here.”

my dad says as he coughs. I turn to Aiden. “Please tell me your parents are coming so I don’t need to hide under the table for the rest of the evening.” “Sorry, they had another engagement. Candice—” he glances around the table. “She’s my sixteen-year-old sister. She wasn’t happy to miss tonight’s dinner.” I give Laura a quick glare for being such a bitch. “Candice will give you a run for your money in the complaint department.” “Good, then I’ll love her.”

Years Later The grand festival continued into the night, but as the celebrations waned, a quieter, more reflective scene unfolded. Amidst the joy and laughter, Aiden and Chloe found themselves watching their children, Alex and Mia, play in the castle’s expansive gardens. Alex, now a young man of seventeen, had inherited his father’s strong, determined spirit. He was tall and confident, with a sharp gaze that seemed to miss nothing. His interactions with the other children were marked by a natural leadership, a blend of kindness and authority that spoke of his future role as a leader.