Novel & Cerita Father And Son Bond

“Aiden, wake up. Please wake up. WAKE UP!” Raven was crying beside me. Fat tears rolled down her little cheeks. “Daddy? Daddy’s sleeping?” Ryker touched Aiden’s face with his tiny hand. “Daddy cold.” They didn’t understand. They were only three years old. How could they understand that their father was dead? That he would never wake up again? My whole body shook. The empty space where the mate bond used to be felt like a hole in my chest. Like someone had reached inside and ripped out my heart.

My father’s eyes lit right up as he reached over and shook his hand, “I was not expecting that at all, it’s nice to meet you Ian. Please guys come in.” For the next hour my father and Ian chatted while my dad made a barbecue. My dad seemed to really like him and they were both talking like adults. My father sent Ian to the store to grab something quick, he came up to me and sat down next to me, “So a detective this time Kay?” I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.”

And I can't easily undo that. Seeing him was just as emotional. Even deeper. And then his crooked smile did a banging flutter to my heart. Why? Was this the mate bond? Or was I still in love with him? Or was it…did our time away from each other low-key make my heart grow fonder? “I'll leave you kids alone to catch up,” Father said, heading for the door. “Did you say someone sold off my Father?” Trent asked, making Father stop to look at him. “I'm sorry. I…I…eavesdropped.”

“I can do more than that, you are lucky that your son is even alive, I didn't kill him when he was born because you both begged me not to, and now you want to make me regret listening to you.” Tobren's parents exchanged glances. Tobren's father turned to my father with a cold glare. “How dare you threaten my child?” He snapped. “How dare you talk about marriage just because they are bonded, they are kids, this things change with time and if it doesn't, that makes no fucking difference, my daughter would not marry your son,” my father insisted. “You are the Alpha of a big pack, save yourself some shame and accept the bond,” Tobren's mother sneered.

“Quietly. I don’t want noise on this one. Just… gone.” Brayden gave a slow nod. “Consider it done. I’ll handle him.” His father’s eyes softened briefly with approval. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you everything you need to know about him. His routines. Weak spots. Make it clean and swift.” Brayden smirked, lifting his glass once more. “I always do.” His father returned the gesture. “I never doubted you, son.” They clinked glasses again and drank. The silence between them was thick with understanding, the unspoken bond between father and son—built on trust, power, and shadows.

"Just give me a name, Robert." "Evander Sinclair," Robert stated clearly. The name echoed in the quiet room. I recognized it immediately. Evander Sinclair was a myth in the business world—a brutal, reclusive billionaire who had turned his family's shipping and tech empire into a global superpower before he even turned thirty. My father had spoken of him with immense respect, almost fear.

“I don’t want to hear any more of the filth that comes out of your mouth. I know what you’re up to, and I’m telling you right now—you’re going to fail.” “What have I done to you, son?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration and a bit of hurt. I couldn’t wrap my head around the hatred my son had for me. He knew I was his father, yet he never wanted anything to do with me. It’s not like we ever sat down and talked about it either—he wouldn’t even give me that. I had no clue what Lisette or her father had poisoned his mind with, but whatever it was, it had stuck like glue. And Jayden never once confronted me directly about it. He just kept his distance, like I was some sort of contagious dis

he asks, with no sign of sarcasm or plain disinterest. "Yeah, I'll be fine," I clasp my hands, shutting myself off emotionally. Before turning to leave, I stutter, "I-I'll think about the yearlong internship." He nods and heads back to the building. *** There's a special bond between fathers and daughters that almost can't be described. The father-daughter bond is more than matching shoes, birthdays, and bring-your-child-to-work days—although the shoes are pretty cool. I thought my bond with my father was strong—solid, at least—unable to easily break below pressure, but inevitably it would. Everything comes to an end.

"Father, this is Aria... Our mate" His father’s attention snapped to his son searching his eyes. I'm assuming for the lie but there was no lie to be found. I was their mate for both of them. His father hadn't said a single word yet and I was starting to get the feeling he didn't like me very much with the amount of scrutiny he was doing to me, but then he spoke ever so softly but with an undercurrent of authority. "Is that so? Both of your mates bonded to you both?" He asked, looking between the three of us.

“Cyrus would have felt Justice die. He has hundreds of sons, so chances are he won’t care – especially about one as young as the kid, but just in case…we need to get Eros and Rowan and get the fuck out of here.” A little bit of curiosity plucked through the fear. “So fathers and sons share a bond like you do with me?” He looked over his shoulder at her, a little exasperated that she dared ask questions now. “I only ask, because you never have time to tell me anything. I know nothing about this life.” He softened a little. “Yes, we share a bond, but it’s different than the one you and I share…it’s…a fatherly type bond.”