Isaac Asuma Parents Novels & Stories

Father had been elated that time because who wouldn’t want their offspring to be a rare creature and stronger than alpha, but when they said that I was only a white alpha wolf, father had been a different person altogether. I sighed and pushed back those painful memories. I concentrated on my curiosity about Isaac’s life. How did he live a hermit’s life after his mate? Aren’t the wolves supposed to go bat shit crazy after rejection? Did he make her a rogue just to get revenge on her? More importantly, where's Isaac’s immediate family?

Dareen looked at his sons with those unbelievable eyes and Isaias facepalmed internally. "Hook up, you say. Dad... You are so unbelievable. If we want to hook up, we won't hide it from you. We didn't find any hot chicks to lay, yet." again a hard smack on Isaias's head and this time it was from Icarus. "zip it up," "Such a boring ass, Your son is, Dareen." Sticking out his tongue, Isaias ran out of the mansion, before being caught by his dad and the twin. "Leave it, Dad. His mind cracked." Icarus hugged his dad who chuckled whole-heartedly.

“Lucien finally stopped hiding you.” Isaac instantly became shy again beneath her attention, though he greeted her politely with enough charm to make her visibly melt within seconds. “You’re even prettier than the photos,” she teased him warmly. “Mother,” I warned. “What?” she laughed before turning back toward Isaac. “He refused to tell me anything about you for months. Your existence became family mystery.” Isaac smiled awkwardly. “I think he likes privacy.” “He likes control,” my father corrected smoothly from nearby. Massimo Crowe approached us then, tall and commanding even outside business environments, though genuine warmth softened his features when he extended a hand toward Isaac.

Be it in the supermarket or during dinner but a flawless smile adorned Isaacs' face the whole time. His three-piece suit and elegant ways, even with the way his hands swirled around the steering wheel was an interesting sight. Tanya would hide her blush while she watched him drive. Isaac loved home-cooked meals but if he had to get it, then he had to go to their old Manor where his mom and dad lived. He never wanted to go there because his mom would always nag, 'you are thirty Isaac, do you want to have your first child at forty-five? His dad would second, 'just get any good girl. I don't care if she's from an elite family. Most of them are just pretentious anyway.'

"Relax. I won't overstep. Your secret will stay a secret." I froze. I hadn't even opened my mouth, and he'd already known what I was thinking. I let out a sigh of relief and said earnestly, "Thank you… Isaac." The last part came out stiff and awkward. Isaac narrowed his eyes slightly before looking toward the dark garden. He put out his cigarette and tossed the stub into the trash. As I watched him stand there quietly, something squeezed painfully in my chest. According to Benedict, despite Isaac's status, he had lost his father young, and his mother had left him behind. In that way, he wasn't so different from me.

Isaac was approaching, his parents walking just behind him. “Camryn, come say hi,” he called softly. I blinked, caught off guard. I had thought he was still avoiding me. “Mom, Dad, this is Camryn,” Isaac said, gesturing toward me. “A good friend of mine.” His parents smiled warmly. Mr. and Mrs. Lane had gentle eyes and open expressions that immediately put me at ease. That explained a lot about Isaac, why he was so calm, so composed, so careful with others. “It’s so nice to meet you, Camryn. We’ve heard a lot about you,” Mrs. Lane said, grinning. Isaac shifted uncomfortably beside her, and I laughed softly at his nervousness.

Isaac patted my hand gently, “I’m trying to have a kid because… How do I explain this to you? Okay, let’s just say my family is really pressuring me to keep the bloodline going, and I’m kind of running out of time. And I thought you were the surrogate mother my assistant picked out for me.” “How did you-” I pulled away from him, the two of us standing in the middle of the hallway, “How stupid are you? How did you even mix that up?!” “Hey, don’t pin this on me!” Isaac raised both his hands in defense, “This is my first time doing anything like this, I don’t know what the process is supposed to be like! I thought I was gonna open that door and get to pick a hot girl to have sex with, so imagin

I could feel his gaze directed towards me, and honestly, it made me a bit scared. Then, in the silence, his cold and indifferent voice rang out. "Apologies for our tardiness, my wolf got a bit lost." Father flashed his formal smile and replied politely, "No problem, I understand. It's just that my daughter has been eagerly awaiting your arrival, Alpha Isaac." Without responding, Isaac took a step towards me. With his cold and seemingly arrogant gaze, he asked, "Are you Beatrix Collins's daughter who is to be my wife?" My eyelashes trembled slightly, I bit my lower lip tightly.

“Sir, your father is here.” "Tell him I will be out in a moment," Isaiah dismisses, reaching for his shirt. I freeze. Isaiah's father...I haven't seen any trace of the previous Alpha since he ruled...since he burned down the house my family were in. There was no warning that he was coming, and now I'm going to have to face him like I'm not wise to his true cruelty. Suddenly I want to be sick.

like my mother had my sketch charcoal and my annotated copy of Macbeth. Ashwyck was a clean slate, they said. A fresh start to bloom into.... what ever I was. Which meant: forget everything, become no one, blend in. How delightful. “Isadora,” Mother said, folding her arms, “you’re scowling.” “I’m trying on expressions. Maybe Ashwyck will like this one better.” She tutted. “Honestly.” “Exactly.” Father appeared behind her like a specter in tailored tweed, glancing at his watch again. “Are you packed?”