I Became Doting Father Novels & Stories

He looked rested. I don't know how else to say it. My father hadn't looked rested in my entire life. He'd had a hardness under the eyes for as long as I'd been alive, a permanent bruise of sleeplessness he wore the way other men wear cologne. Everyone in the pack knew it. Alpha Greymark, my father doesn't sleep. Today the bruise was lighter. His shoulders sat lower. Something around his mouth had softened by a degree, and I realized with a slow, cold drop in my stomach that I was looking at a man who'd had a good night.

Mother said nothing while I waited. "I was afraid he'd get angry at me." "Who?" I knew. I made her say it anyway. "Your father." My reflection's lips trembled. I held the edge of the sink with my other hand. "And me?" Mother caught her breath. "Was I the one person you weren't allowed to be afraid of making angry?" "Sera." "If you'd been scared of me, you would have taken me to the hospital." My own words hurt. I'd planned to hang up if she cried. But she didn't cry.

The days without him had been cold and empty. I never planned to fall in love with an older man especially not my ex-boyfriend’s father. But Damien had shown me what true love really looks like. He came looking for me. He held me gently even when I tried to run. He told me he loved me with such soft, honest eyes. No one had ever made me feel this wanted before.

Dad asked me but I just ignored him and focused my gaze on Nick’s gravestone. "What for? It wouldn't change anything." I replied emotionless but dad just shook his head emphatically. "No! It could change everything, Zie. I'm sorry for being such a bad father to you." Dad said to me in a raspy voice, I don't know if he's crying now because just like me, the rain pours heavily on our faces.

“Nicko, I thank you. I don’t have much time, I’m going to leave soon and leave all of you. Thank you for taking care of my son. I hope you will continue to love him and treat him like your own.” Rodgie paused, looking down. Looks like he’s holding on to something. Then looked up slowly, “Ian, I’m sorry father for not being able to accompany you. I’m sorry dad for always embarrass you. What dad did was wrong, but believe me, dad loves you very much. Never do anything bad, stay a good person, and be filial to Nicko’s father. I love you, Ian,” Rodgie finally said. Now the man covered his face with both hands, then glanced at Doctor Morgan and nodded.

My father said just as Johnathan walked out of the room. My father knows I have a mate and now he his giving out my hand without permission for married to an old man. I interrupted my father. "I have a mate father?" "it doesn't matter,I can't see any mark on your neck" he retorted. "I have a mate and that's all that matters" At this point I was really shocked because of these freaks,yes my father was a freak. I had so many questions but all I wanted was to keep as much distance between them and me.

I felt heat rising in my cheeks. “He’s so damn hot. He never looked twice at me. My brother said it was the bro code and no one on his crew would ever touch me. Caine isn’t bad either but he’s scary as shit. You never know what that guy is thinking. I don’t think we want to know.” “Dante? Family?” I reminded her. She rolled her eyes and her grin widened before turning serious. “His father is The Father if you know what I mean.” “I don’t.”

My father stiffened, it was barely noticeable but I was watching him closely for any sign that he might be lying to me. "You don't have to worry about that. He is happily married with two kids." "Did I object to the marriage? Between Damon and I?" I asked. My father nodded, his expression solemn. "You never showed him any ounce of affection no matter how much he tried to woo you. It is quite surprising that he tolerated you this long." He said. My jaw dropped.

I greeted with a nod as I walked past him and to my desk, smoothly sliding into my seat and then leaned back in the plush leather chair and lifted my legs onto the table as I raised an eyebrow at my father. "Don't concern yourself about that, I've taught her a lesson she's sure to never forget," I answered him, using the usual monotone I always use on him. My father, or should I say sperm donor was to put it lightly, a manipulative cold-hearted asshole, who was able to influence me and get me into his way of thinking. He was a killer, unlike myself who hated getting my hands dirty with blood, he loves to take the lives of those he hates with his own bare hands.

I looked at him upright and replied calmly. He took a deep breath and brought me closer to him and said desperately, "Elaira, I am sure father has poisoned you against me. I know you love me very much and can't be so cruel to me. Father will not think a second before discarding you after getting his hands on the formulation of the medicine like he did to your mother."