Aries As Parents Novels & Stories

As much as it hurts me to see her like this, I have to know her. Since she cannot let me in, I had no option but to resort to cunning methods. It is pretty obvious that she would never share her past with anyone willingly. I just know it. Call it intuition or a hunch, but I just know it. As I am mulling over whether my decision was wise or not, Aria begins to speak. "You know Wolfie, I do not know how it works with animals, but with humans, parents are supposed to be devoted to their children. Parents are supposed to protect their children and love them unconditionally."

*Parenthood* As parents, Akira and Taro balanced their creative pursuits with childcare. They supported each other, sharing parenting duties and making time for their individual passions. Akira's art continued to flourish, inspired by her experiences as a mother. Taro's business ventures expanded, and he found innovative ways to spend quality time with his family. *Legacy*

Neither his enemies nor his men knew what he was thinking, which often turned out to be of great advantage. But since the death of his mate Eliza, Dean's ability to appear void of all emotion had gone beyond anything his father—or anyone else—could have imagined. Aries was surprised he didn't feel more sympathy toward his son's situation, but the feeling passed quickly. Dean had realized his destiny from a very young age, and Aries saw his role not as a loving father, but as trainer and mentor. From Aries' viewpoint, the harder he was on Dean, the greater Dean's success and stature as alpha.

I can tell he was going to be that way with our pups when the time comes. " not all of us were ready to be parents, sweetie. some of us were even scared because we didn't know what to expect but we grow with it. We watch and we learn as the days go by and I expect the same from you. You have all of us to guide you and to help you whenever you want." Arlo nodded his head while he tried to hug his mother but failed because of how big he is.

It was a realization that pierced through my heart, a burden I carried silently as his father. In the quiet of our house, after Athro had drifted into peaceful slumber, I sat alone, grappling with the weight of my role as a sole parent. I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability, tears streaming down my face as I mourned not only for Athro's loss but for my own as well. The ache was deep, the void vast, but in that moment, I made a silent promise to myself—I would continue to be both mother and father, to give Athro a childhood filled with love and memories, embracing him with all the strength I possessed.

I began to explain, "but my father is the diplomat of Arches, the youngest son of their Beta. So, I’m just as much a wolf as any of you." "You can say that again," Lisa muttered, now a bit calmer. "Wow," Annie whispered. The tension at the table grew as they processed what I had just said. Siram was a direct rival of the Arches pack and avoided relations with them at all costs. The only reason the leadership of both Siram and Arches accepted my parents’ union was because of the powerful mate bond between my mother and father. It was a common agreement that the supposed Moon Goddess’s decisions were above any rivalry. I was pretty skeptical about certain beliefs, but I was grateful to exist b

His tone is cold, and disgusted. “Heirs are the currency of power. Women are the damn banks. You don’t marry love. You marry strategy. You plant seeds. That’s legacy. That’s power.” The man laughs bitterly. “You really think your wife married you for love?” My father scoffs. “I gave her a kingdom. That’s more than love.” Back then, I didn’t understand. But now? Now I realize I’ve been raised in a war of ownership. And I dragged Dorothy into it without giving her armor.

“It means we’re raising someone who might exceed every framework we try to put around him.” “That’s frightening,” Aria said. “Yes,” Xavier said. “And extraordinary. Both things, simultaneously.” She sat across from him and they remained there in the quiet of the study, two people who’d found each other through wreckage and desperation and six years of distance, sitting in the specific gravity of understanding that the child they were raising was going to become something neither of them could fully anticipate. Not a burden. Not a crisis. Just the particular awe of parenthood arriving in its purest form: the moment you understand that what you’ve made has already surpassed what you imagined.

Ace is a brother of mine even if not blood related, he had my back and I have his. "I think Arya can use a caregiver," I say "Like a daddy?" ace ask raising an eyebrow. "Or a mommy doesn't matter. It's not sexual she needs someone to take care of her" I reply "And why do you say so," he asked his tone laced with anger.

Aries explained, “Okay, bring him In, I will never look down on him, at least, you my daughter, anything you like, we will support you, forget about the background, please, I don't want you to be a single parent, I want you to be happy In life, “single mom Is not a sin or disease, I don't Involve myself In a marriage that will later break my heart or the marriage that will later send me Into early grave, please, dad, spare me any marriage Issues,” Aries said,