Black Clover Who Is Asta Father Novels & Stories

“Say it anyway.” Rhea’s eyes darted between us. “Why does it matter?” Father didn’t break eye contact. “Because your scent is not unfamiliar.” I frowned, confused. “What are you talking about?” Mom’s expression shifted, draining of color. “That scent… it belongs to Moonclaw.” Rhea blinked. “What?” Father’s voice hardened. “Who is your father, girl?” She swallowed. “Alpha Vaughn. Alpha of the Ironveil pack. It used to be part of Moonclaw… at least from the stories I heard.”

I nod my head at her. “Yes, I can forgive you, but I can’t forgive him for this. All these years I have mourned you all. Lived with the nightmares and the guilt, and he kept this from me. What else has he kept from me?” I say as I stand and back away. “Asteria. I asked him to keep us secret from you until the time was right. The time is right.” I shake my head at this new betrayal from my father. I turn and storm out of the room and run.

At dusk, my father dragged me into the Shrine of the Moon. Inside, there were no lights. Everything was pitch black. When my eyes finally adjusted, and I saw what stood before me, my entire body went rigid. "No wonder... no wonder no one wanted to bond with me... so this is why..."

We have’t spoken in a month. Mark Aster, the current leader of the Aster group and the sole bearer of royal blood after me, as my grandmother belonged to the Royal family, was a man of noble stature. His presence commanded respect, and his strictness as a father was well-known. Ever since I was five years old, I had been trained to take over the family business, despite my lack of interest. “You know my work schedules?! Are you still spying on me, father?” I said, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and resignation.

I relayed, trying to catch a glimpse of Ava but his bulky body blocked my view. "Firstly, I do not wish to see your father at the moment and secondly I'm not in the right frame of mind Sinai, so leave" He ordered, his back still facing me. He hasn't even turned to look at me. "But you asked for me Astra just a while ago?" I hissed. This male had changed so much within the years. Things has made him toughen up and his heart has become an ice. "Astra would you also disobey a father that cares about you" I began "Do you want to disobey a father that is confused about how his only daughter's wedding sudden became a nightmare to dread" I paused to see his reaction but none was forthcoming.

I stood to my feet, towering over both Phoebe and her daughter. “I honour you for your kind gesture, however, I am not interested in any union whatsoever. My father made a mistake once, and I don't intend to repeat it.” “The mistake your father made wasn't marrying a Kaisar. It was marrying the wrong Kaisar. We both knew your mother wanted an escape,” Phoebe argued. “And your daughter doesn't?” I couldn't help the retort. “I am tied to Black Isle as it is to my lineage.” Astra spoke for the first time. I allowed her a brief glance.“ I know where I come from, and I honour the legacy of those before me. No offense, Alpha Ryker, I am nothing like your mother.”

But we shared the same father and now we shared the same loss. "He suffered," Aston said as he led me inside. "Whoever killed him made sure of that." "Who was it?" "A wolf named Adnar Blackwood. He runs territory in the western region. Father encroached on his land and Blackwood retaliated." We sat in father's study and Aston told me everything. "He made an example," Aston said. His voice was cold and controlled. "He wanted everyone to know what happens when you cross him." I looked around the study. Father's books still lined the shelves. His desk was covered with papers he would never finish reading. His chair sat empty and would stay empty forever.

Behind the alpha who always postured to protect and take care of him, is a soft and gentle man, also waiting to be taken care of. Gavin sighed as he gazed at the purple flowers still blooming beautifully atop the big stone of the monument. Aster. The name of the flower—and him. He’s Aster. The lost pup of Tundra. It’s strange, to be called with a different name after knowing different his whole life. His parents might feel the same, although it’s the opposite for them. Jared, too. They know him as Aster, called him Aster even when he was gone. It was his name after all. His monument was surrounded by flowers whose name was the reason for it. And to call him Gavin now, must be very strange to

I mumbled, and Asteria sighed. "So, the Moon Goddess was right... Help was on its way," Asteria smiled and laced her fingers with mine. Some of the people around us, I have met... but others were strangers. "Alright, pay attention, becuase there are a lot of people..." Asteria said, "The tall, brody man, and the dark-haired woman, are my uncle Alexander and Aunty Ayla." She pointed at a couple, "The man with the dark shades beside them and the red–haired woman are my Uncle Dante and my Aunty Charmaine..." she pointed out, "And, of course, the handsome man is my father," she smiled, and I chuckled.

His dad slid his tablet across the table. There, in broad daylight, are photos of Zaria and Cronous kissing inside an empty shop. He scrolled through the tablet and saw the two passionately kissing each other as if they were the ones married. “You’re crossing Cronous Fauler. He claimed your woman as his.” His father paused. He leaned on the table, closer to his son. His face cringing while shaking his head. “There’s no getting her back,” he whispered like a bad omen. Clyde stood up from the chair before kicking it away. He breathed heavily before pacing around in the room. “What’s so special about him? Zaria is MINE! Don’t ever try to tell me otherwise!” His father simply watched him anxious