Father Breeding Daughter Novels & Stories

An enraged Maddie yells at him, “Stop lying! I know he is not my daddy and that you are not my grandparents! Why do you want to take me away from my real daddy?” I raise an eyebrow, still hugging my girls, and say, “That’s a brilliant question, John. Why do you want to separate Maddie from her real father? Oh! News flash, Maddie is my daughter.” “Impossible!” “We thought so, but as you well know, I can smell my pups and Maddie, she carries my blood. From the moment we conceive them, royal pups have a strong connection with their father. I recognize her as mine, and Maddie recognizes me as her father.”

She is a very powerful Alpha. “I don’t know how to put it into words,” Dad confesses. “He got his mate, his original fated mate and she is the daughter of my original mate. He should have rejected her or her him. Instead they make a baby. I will share a grandchild with the woman who rejected me, tried to hurt my daughter, and all in all is a horrible person. But her daughter gets to be a Luna and her grandson gets to follow as Alpha. She got what she wanted!” I blink as I process this.

As Addison started to walk away she stopped and turned back to us. "Hey, would you guys like to know another tidbit of information when it comes to mates of three." We all slowly pulled apart and looked at her. "Yeah, what is it?" Damien said. She looked at me. "Even though Damien is technically the father, the baby has Xavier's genes too. It's a very small amount but he still has it." She then looked at Damien,"even though Xavier is the father of your baby, your baby has Theo's genes as well... Same thing, it's a very small amount, but your baby still has it.

he explained and steepled his fingers again. "We were the closest of age among our siblings with just a year difference, so we were close-knit." He cleared his throat again and adjusted in his seat. "Anyway, it happened around her fifteenth birthday or so. It was discovered my father had fathered a child outside. The girl's mother had died and she had decided to show face. She was exactly the same age as Core.

Now she had a five-year-old daughter. A daughter with no father listed anywhere in her records. “Lucas.” I looked up. Ethan was studying me carefully. “What are you thinking?” I hesitated. Because saying it out loud sounded ridiculous. Then again, most things involving Natalie had sounded ridiculous over the last five years. “I think I need to meet her daughter.” Ethan stared at me. For several seconds, he didn’t say a word. Then he laughed. A full, uncontrollable laugh that made me wonder whether I wanted to fire him or punch him. Or both.

“Yes.” “About the transplant?” “Yes.” “And the donor search?” “Yes.” His eyes narrow slightly. “But that’s not the only thing on your mind.” I hesitate. For a long moment I listen to Maya’s steady breathing before finally speaking. “Dominic…” I say quietly. Adrian doesn't look surprised. “He’s her father.” “Yes.” “And genetically he could be the best chance she has for a match.” Adrian exhales slowly before nodding. “That’s true.” The words feel heavy in my mouth.

The revelation stirred profound emotions in Adam, and tears flowed freely as he absorbed the news of being a father. The process of introducing Ella to Adam unfolded smoothly. Despite the initial adjustment period, the natural bond between father and daughter began to flourish. Ella, with time, embraced the connection, and though it took a while, the endearing title of 'Dad' found its way into her vocabulary. Adam, having rediscovered his past and embraced the role of a father, proved to be an exceptionally caring and protective parent to Ella. His determination to provide her with a happy and secure life surpassed the challenges of his own tumultuous past. Adam had made a conscious choice t

"Of course, daughter, sit here next to me!" I sit next to my father, who holds my hand and caresses it. He's always so affectionate with me and my sister. He has never raised his voice at me or my sister. With him, everything has always been through conversation. It has always been that way, and I knew it wouldn't be any different now. "You see, Dad, I met a guy a while ago, and we started dating, and I ended up getting pregnant." "Yes, and?" "Well, he doubted that the child was his and that I was trying to trap him because he's wealthy."

I came closer to him and said, “Hit me, hit me. What right do you have to hit me?” “I am your father! Since I gave birth to you, I naturally have the right to hit you.” “Hey, you are really unreasonable. I am heartbroken, disappointed to have a father like you.” When he heard this, he scolded, “Having a daughter like you, I am even more heartbroken and disappointed! If I had known that you are such an ingrate, I wouldn’t have let you give birth. You should have died overseas early, and you wouldn’t have had such a big baby in this family!”

“Your daughter is going to be my wife. And she is going to be Luna. She needs to feel that she is not walking into that role alone. She needs to feel that she has her father to return to if she needs it. She needs to know that she is safe, that she is not thrown under the bridge simply because she chose to be with someone that she fell for… someone who would truly die for her.” I watched him, watched the flicker of shock, then pride, then something like grief settle across his features. “You truly care for her,” he said quietly. “You wouldn’t have come if you didn’t.” “I love her, and it is not just about the mating bond. I truly do love her.” I corrected. “Enough to face you myself. Enough