Father And Son Bond Novels & Stories

“Bella’s been incredible with her. The night feeds, the bonding it’s been healing for both of them.” Robert nodded, pride evident in his eyes. “Bella’s come a long way. We’re all so proud of her. And of you, son. You’ve stood by her through hell.” The word “son” warmed me more than I expected. I took a deep breath and leaned forward. Although Robert was my best friend, and we weren't that far apart in age he has always been like a father figure in my life right from high school.

“He is.” “Then what are we doing., We have to find him.” “Your father, like me, is neither dead nor alive. There are rules that need to be followed to get out of this place.” “What rules?” “Only your mother can pull him out. Because of the bond they share. She can find him.” “But I’m his son.” I stop and declare. “The mate bond is stronger than a parent and child. You may attempt to find him, but you may never make it back out. Keep walking. We aren’t safe yet.” She says.

The little boy yesterday and her boss had… A father and son relationship?..

Colt Harper drove towards his father's apartment. Despite his reluctance to admit it, he had missed his father over the week. He had always been a daddy’s boy and that has obviously not changed over the years. The father-son relationship between his father and himself was one strong bond that could never be broken. The two handsome men naturally had a soft spot for each other that even distance over the years couldn’t erase. Being the only child, he was expected to experience a lonely childhood, especially after he lost his mother to the cold hands of death after she was diagnosed of cancer. Colt was just eight years old when this sad experience happened, but he could remember it like it wa

Alpha Bambam “Don’t tell me you finally decided to choose a mate,” I snapped at my son, Lucian. He had proved so stubborn over the years, knowing fully well that he couldn’t take over from me unless he found his mate and marked her according to tradition. I was worried at first that he hadn’t found her yet, but then he proved me wrong when he started sleeping with every woman in sight. I associated his silly attitude with the loss of his mum and the ache her absence brought. But when he finally told me he had found his mate, I was thrilled, finally, he was going to get over his reckless lifestyle.

I asserted, my tone sincere. His hearty laughter echoed through the car, and I couldn't help but join in. My father and I shared a unique understanding grounded in mutual respect and a bond that surpassed the typical father-son relationship. I reflected on the blessing it was to have him in my life. He had faced the absence of his own father during his upbringing, a void that I had been fortunate enough to escape. Our shared laughter resonated with the warmth of our connection. I felt profound gratitude for the man beside me, my father and confidant.

But the longer I see Maya in this state, the harder it becomes to push it away. Dominic. I haven't talked to him since the day I left… but cruelly enough, biology does not care about broken hearts or unfinished stories. Dominic is Maya’s father. And genetically, that matters. I look down at Maya again, studying the small face that I know better than my own reflection. She has my dark hair, but the shape of her eyes belongs entirely to him. Even the stubborn way her chin lifts when she refuses to eat vegetables reminds me painfully of Dominic.

Father tried to make him see reason but he seemed to have made up his mind. I watched as my mate walked over to me, sticking his hand over my shoulder. Mother was practically on her dead bed now as she started wailing. "I don't know what you are talking about. She's my mate and I want her." He smiled, turning my chin to face him. I couldn't help but stare into his dark orbs. They were like nothing I've ever seen, sad? Happy? With a shimmer of…. hope? Father bellowed with anger, "He's insane! Everyone will die if you try to stay together. That's why we are all here. To sever your bond."

“I imagine your mom I just as lovely as your dad?” “They're equally as nice,” he smiles, not picking a favourite. “My dad dotes on his daughters and mom defends her only son.” “I see,” I slowly nod, wondering if she is going to hate me because Enzo is showing sudden interest in me which could dense their bond. “It's not like that,” Enzo shifts, a hint of horror in his tone. “I promise it's very normal not crazy mom and son bonds.” he clarifies, but I don't know what or how the normal bond anything looks or feels.

“Of course.” Silence stretched between us. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, loud and traitorous. “You seem distracted,” my father said at last. I lifted my head and met his eyes. “It’s a lot to carry.” I answered. That was the truth, just not all of it. He stepped closer and placed a firm hand on my shoulder. The weight of it was familiar, heavy and grounding. A reminder of duty. “This is our way, Mason,” he said. “The bond is not about desire. It is about duty, legacy and survival.”