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The figure moved swiftly toward the gate, and Mia’s heart surged with hope. As he stepped closer, his face became unmistakable. It was her father, Fred Williams—tall and broad-shouldered, with neatly trimmed hair and a fitted T-shirt and jeans. He looked well—too well, nothing like the disheveled father she had last seen four years ago. Mia’s heart surged as the figure stepped out of the gate. For a moment, hope filled her chest, a flicker of disbelief in her voice as she whispered, “Daddy?”

My great Alpha! "It's ok. He is my father." "Father?" Jax groaned out and Liam bent down to help him up. "You should be dead." Mildred said, examining Liam. "You shot to kill? What is wrong with you?" I shouted at her, throwing my body towards her, but my dad grabbed my arms tighter. "He is my Master. I kill any that threaten him." Mildred simply said. "Master?" I looked disgustingly at my dad. Please tell me that is not a sexual thing. Not with that hag.

"Well, things in Chicago are as fucked up as usual." "I'm sorry, baby." She let out a sigh. “I’m still a little lost though. Who is Freddy?” “He’s my little brother, Joe’s son.” Drake ran his fingers through is hair. “D and I share a mother, and Izzy, Freddy and I share a father. I’m the result of an affair between Joe Castaletta and my mom, Maria. Joe was best friends with my mom’s husband, Big Pappa.” “And Big Papa is D’s father?”

The name dropped heavy between them, unfamiliar to Adrianna but clearly sacred to him. “She was my dad’s patient. A teenage girl. Fourteen. She had leukemia.” His voice faltered, the words catching like broken glass in his throat. “Her name was Madelyn, but everyone called her Maddy. She was… bright. You know those people who light up a room without trying? That was her. My dad fought like hell for her. He tried everything, every treatment, every clinical trial he could pull strings for. But in the end…” His hand trembled slightly as he ran it over his jaw.

Charlotte: "Daddy, could you please pass the gravy?" It's a classic misconception. Anthony and my father reach for it at the same time. I manage to hide my snicker, but tense silence ensues, with both their hands suspended over the gravy bowl. I never call my father Daddy, but he assumed it was him I was addressing. With everyone at the table staring at them and both of them staring down one another, Anthony regains control of the situation, like he usually does.

He turns to her and signs somewhere with his head, and begins to walk towards that direction. Candace walks with her daddy impatiently, she can't wait for him to take her again. Also this time she has no intent to let him leave before morning. A baby girl should stay with her daddy, shouldn't she?

She was as strong as two men put together when it came to combat. “How was Uganda?” I asked. Ever since we both signed out of college, Maddie had been in the habit of travelling from one third world country to another, immersing herself in one charity outreach to another. It was not a shocker. Her father, a rubber magnate, had been a passionate philanthropist who had hundreds of charity organizations around the world.

My father moaned sorrowfully on the beat up couch he sat on, empty boxes of pizzas and alcohol lying hazardly on the floor. His hurtful words echoed in my head, and I felt my heart clench painfully. Tears formed in my eyes as my wolf whimpered in my chest. It wasn't my fault. I wanted to scream out, but I knew it was useless. I let the tears in my eyes fall, looking up at my father's miserable figure. My father, Mike Stary was one of the top leading werewolves back in the day, with a company that boasted up to a million dollars a year, and even having a beautiful mate like my mother.

It was as if she could hear his father’s unspoken thoughts, as if she could bridge the gap between their worlds. Adam’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and gratitude. He turned back to his father, a small smile forming on his lips. “Dad, I’ve made a decision,” he began, his voice steady and resolute. “I’m leaving the mafia world behind. I’ve found hope in Mariah, and in the possibility of you waking up from this coma.” His father’s eyes, though unseeing, seemed to radiate an understanding of Adam’s words. It was as if his spirit was still present, locked within the confines of his motionless body. Adam continued, his voice growing stronger with each word.

The crowd erupted into cheers, understanding that it wasn't an odd question given Maddy's frequent use of the word, and considering her father's reputation for dropping constant f-bombs. Rocking on the balls of her feet, the girl continued, "And what's it like being the daughter of Colton Haynes?" "He's the best fucking dad..." Maddy trailed off, turning to us for assistance. Willow raised her microphone. "The Haynes family is the sweetest. One time, Maddy broke a rope swing—those kinds attached to tree limbs—and she scraped her knees. How old were you, Maddy?" "Maybe, like, eleven?" Maddy responded.