I Adopted The Male Lead Novels & Stories

I raised four abandoned boys as my own sons. I gave them my home, my money, my connections, and eventually enough power to run the four most important divisions of Leeds Group. For seventeen years, I believed they loved my biological daughter, Elena, like a real sister. Then she called me from a school bathroom. “Mom, help me.” By the time I arrived, her uniform had been torn open and bruises covered her body. My four sons had heard her screaming. They had done nothing. They were standing outside protecting Sabrina. According to them, Elena was spoiled. She had too much, while Sabrina had too little. So they decided to teach her how to give things up. First, it was a dress. Then

I lower my head to my knees, feeling myself break. Forcing myself to be brave, and telling myself I'll survive all this is the only way I have of holding myself together. Last week, that man I met, Adrian, he had been wonderful. Charming, sweet, funny, and attentive. Adrian made me feel special. He made me feel important and cherished. He made me feel like my words mattered, like I mattered. But Adam Moore? Adam Moore is just as cold-hearted as his father and brother.

By then, my flight had already landed in sunny Seattle. "Caterina." A deep male voice called my name at the airport exit. I turned, pulling my suitcase behind me, and saw a tall figure. He wore a black trench coat that accentuated a sharp jawline and the strong bridge of his nose. He radiated an Alpha aura so powerful it was almost suffocating. This was Damon. The Alpha I was betrothed to. "Alpha Damon," I said, nodding respectfully.

"Do you need my help? I can help.” "No need. Wound maintenance. I can do it myself.” Duncan Hiddleston looked at Phedra Elizabeth with a cold gaze, and his tone also became colder. “The influence of the original? Once the male lead has won the love of the female villain. The main character has completed the mission. Is the male lead letting go of his feelings for me? Or here already has the appearance of the female lead. The male lead is trying to find a way to the female lead.” Phedra Elizabeth quietly pondered.

She: "Who was it? What did they do?" Me: "It was my mentor, my teacher, my father figure. He was an alpha too, but a good one. He saw something in me that no one else did. He saw potential, he saw hope, he saw a leader. He came forward to me and adopt me as his own son, He took me under his wing and taught me everything he knew. He taught me how to control my powers, how to use them for good, how to be an alpha." She: "Wow, he sounds amazing. What was his name?"

“How can you possibly know that already?” He looked at me like the answer should have been obvious. “Because I’m his father.” The certainty in his voice was absolute. My hand drifted slowly to my stomach. There was nothing there yet. No movement. No sign. Just the quiet knowledge that something new was growing inside me. Something powerful enough to make two Alphas ready to tear the world apart. Tristan exhaled slowly. “This situation just became ten times more dangerous.” Xander didn’t argue. For once, they agreed.

Third Person's POV Aaron had always dreamed of being a father, and now, with Victor by his side, that dream was about to come true. The discovery of the twin boys at the pack borders had been a moment of both concern and hope. The distinct scent of rogues on them had initially raised alarms, but the babies themselves were innocent, pure, and in need of a family. Aaron and Victor had immediately felt a connection with the twins when they first saw them. Their tiny faces, peeking out from beneath the rough blankets they were wrapped in, had tugged at their hearts. The decision to adopt them was instantaneous and unanimous.

Why did everything he did make him look appealing? I wanted this man. It was evident from the way my heart and body reacted to him. But I was scared. All of this felt too surreal. What was he playing at? “Alpha, you can choose any other woman in this pack. Except for Lea. She’s my mate and the mother of my future children.” Adrian’s voice reached my ears. His voice had turned serious but there was a subtle hint showing how nervous he was. Manuel’s request must have taken him by surprise.

My heart pounds like war drums as I lift my head to see who my saviour was. “I hate young boys who can't control themselves.” The words roll out in a deep baritone that comes from a man whom I can only describe with one word. DADDY. He has on a form-fitting black suit. His hair is sharp even in the haze of my tipsiness, silver and trimmed with perfect precision. Then those eyes. Calculating golden orbs that sweep over me. I'm not able to make out every detail on his face, but… God damn! I blush, watching as the blonde guy he flung back slowly got on his feet. He didn't even try fighting, easing away like he's standing before the boogeyman.

As I watched Maria surrender to herself, a storm of conflicting emotions rose within me. I knew I had to stay in control, but my body wouldn't cooperate. A fierce heat burned in my chest. Maria lay on the bed, her body looking especially alluring in the soft light. I stood up and walked toward her. There was a hint of provocation in her eyes, as if she was waiting to see what I would do next. I took a deep breath, shed my clothes, and pressed myself over her.