Father Middray Novels & Stories

he said. “Really? I didn't know I would be this late.” “And you are drunk,” my stepmother added. I scoffed and relaxed into the chair. “I am aware of that, stepmother. You didn’t have to point it out. I’m pretty sure that’s evident.” She swallowed and clutched my father’s free arm tighter. My father watched me, his eyes roving over my face from head to toe. My father, Alpha Calder, Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack in Orlando was a disciplinarian. But that only applied to me, not to his sweet daughter, Ruby.

He lifted his head slightly. Roy. What is he doing here? I remembered Leon’s words, “No matter what happens, do not react.” So I didn’t. Brother Joe finally appeared. He was taller than I remembered, with graying stubble and a broad, masculine build. He smiled at me as he approached with that same self-satisfied smile that always made my skin crawl. I felt bile rise in my throat. Master John stepped forward, arms raised. “Today we celebrate a blessed union! A widow finds her new Light. A woman is tamed and made whole again under the guidance of a strong man. This is the way of our faith, women are vessels, meant to be filled and led. Praise be!”

Marian leaned back comfortably, watching everything unfold like it was her favorite show. “I have proof,” she added calmly. “Messages. Private meetings. Even witnesses at school. What’s his name again? Hum jude?” Fiona covered her mouth, staring at Marian like she didn’t recognize her. “No… no, Fiona, tell me this isn’t true," Mrs Harry whispered. Fiona sobbed harder. “Mum, please…” Her father pointed at me. “You are a disgrace to friendship.” I felt every word hit like a slap. “You were like family, I took you like a brother, entrusted my daughter to you and you’ve been fucking my daughter!”

The pain. But she could not speak. She could not say it. Harrison was still standing there. Silent. Watching. His face showed nothing. But his eyes were dark. Very dark. “Answer her,” he finally said. His voice was low. Cold. Emily slowly looked at him. “Sir…” she whispered. He did not soften. “Who is the father?” he asked. Her lips trembled. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She opened her mouth. But no sound came out.

I slowed down just to confirm what I was seeing. Yep, it was him, juggling a bunch of poker chips. Maddy's father was a gambler?

Indeed, I am aware of why they’ve been summoned but I couldn’t bring myself to say because I couldn’t bear to hurt Madeline. “It’s nothing, Madeline. My father just wants to have a word with them.” I lied. “What about?” she pressed. I didn’t know what else to say or what other lie to use so I signaled Joshua and he ushered them out. “We’ll be back soon, Maddy,” Drake winked. He still has time to flirt. I scoffed. This guy is what foolish? Or overconfident? And what’s with the nickname? Why is he calling Madeline, Maddy? And why did she not speak against it? Are they acquainted? Is that why he took Zelda’s side, earlier?

Mr Frederick stood up to leave for the bedroom. Drake knew he won't be seeing the old lady! The next conversation should be between he and Bay Sanders. But Drake wasn’t sure he was ready to go on a marital journey with Bay not to talk of accepting the fact that he would be a father soon.

“Don't blame your father, the day you came to him, he got a call that his mother is dead” Mark said, Miles, glanced at him, “are you saying the truth?” Mark nodded, “of course, why should I lie to you? Your dad is a good man, but, his Achilles heel is his mother, the both of you cherish the women who gave birth to you guys”. Miles pondered, he didn't say anything, when he alighted from the car, he met Papa Shu's son standing right at the door. Lloyd wore his eyeglass and stood agilely at the door, Miles glanced at him and didn't say anything.