Father And Son Bond Novels & Stories

Thorne did not want a single penny from the Miller family, so what position does the Miller family have to demand Thorne to contribute? Robert's face turned red with embarrassment. "Thorne, I'm sorry, Dad." Thorne looked at him and said, "You didn't apologize to me." Then, with an expressionless face, he muttered in a low voice, "The bond between us father and son is shallow from birth. No wonder it's like this." Robert's heart, however, seemed to have been gripped by something.

"Is it dead?'' I didn't fail to ask but my father ignored me and lifted me up to his body. "You disobedient child, I told you not to leave the palace," my father's deep shifter voice gashed through like the sharp edge of a knife on a thin surface. "How did you know that I was here, father? We are far from home, aren't we?" I was only 10 years old and I was so close to my father that sometimes I didn't take his anger to heart, especially when I was confused and still afraid. "I just knew. You are my daughter and we are connected," that was his response to me and then, I didn't understand what he meant by that. He was referring to the paternal bond(the bond a father shares with his child).

When he turned his gaze at me again, his eyes were already red-rimmed. “Willow, let me see Artie just once. I’m his father after all…” I gave a scornful smile and blocked his view. “But our son doesn’t want to see you. “Ever since you missed his last birthday, he has never wanted to see you again.” I shut the door, leaving him with one final remark. “Logan, you don’t deserve to be Artie’s father.” He called out my name and Artie’s over and over again until his voice broke into sobs.

Revandrel simply listened, saying nothing. "He used to say the happiest day of his life was the day they bonded. He had already been through four failed bondings before meeting my mother, and because she was not Urekai, everyone believed the odds were even worse. So when the bond successfully took..." I beamed at the memory of him talking to me about it. "He said that day saw more of his tears than any other." "I can believe that." "Mother loved fishing, but father claimed to despise it. Yet every time mother wanted to fish, father somehow became the first one standing outside with his rod, basket, and boots already on."

"You... you believe me now? About Ethan being my mate?" "How could I not?" My father's voice broke. "You literally took a bullet for him, Jessie. You were willing to die to save him. That is not manipulation. That is not some stranger controlling you. That is..." He trailed off, wiping at his eyes. "That's the mate bond. Real and true and undeniable." Hope surged in my chest, it was painful and bright. "So you will let me be with him? You will accept.." "He is gone," my father interrupted, and those two words shattered something inside me.

He felt really displeased with her. "I think it was God who hastened your footsteps back into my life. I am so glad you found me, son." Adolphus was already getting teary eyed, as he said these words. And O'Connell took a hard dry gulp, so as not to tear up himself. There was this sudden father and son bond he was feeling inside of him. A real one, not the one he shared with Raymond. Plus there was this feeling of pride and excitement swelling inside of him.

he said in a calm tone and I gave him a grateful smile. “I don’t agree with what you did, it may cause some discord with the pack, they will question your bond but that is your fight” dad said, making my other dad look at him with his mouth gaping. “Are you seriously letting them off the hook?” he questioned and my dad just took his hand in his. "Mika, we both know how hard it is to resist the bond” dad said and I saw my other dad melt, he sighed and moved closer to his mate, “I know” he said in a small voice.

It would have to be a question that I asked him later, because Jaxson at that moment says to my father, “You presume right, Alpha.” Turning my attention back to my father, with a smile now on his face he says to Jaxson, “I see the Moon Goddess has blessed my daughter well and you will make a fine son in-law.” “Wait, what?” I blurted out and Jaxson squeezed my shoulder, as I looked up at him, giving me a look that we will talk about this later, but my father then says, “Quinn, listen to me. Do not try and fight this bond you have been blessed with. Trust me I have paid the price for it all these years.”

It was blatantly obvious to anyone who just took a quick glance our way. Spenser told us everything and I sat there staring at him. For once, I could tell that he was telling the truth. It wasn’t so much what he said or the way he said it, but a feeling I felt through the mate bond. I had to trust that the feelings I felt through our bond were real. That they were true. Why else would wolves share such a unique bond? When Spenser finished, my father turned to me and his eyes were filled with regret. “I’m sorry, my love. If I thought he wasn’t being sincere, I would never have agreed to this truce.” My father’s eyes filled with tears and I got up and held onto him as tightly as I could.

Axel replied, his voice gentle and warm. In that moment, father and son shared a bond that transcended words, a connection forged in the magic of a day spent in each other's company. The memories they had created, the laughter they had shared, and the love that bound them together would remain etched in their hearts for all time, a testament to the power of family and the beauty of togetherness.