More Than A Mom Novels & Stories

The way she listened, nodding and responding with genuine interest, made me feel valued and understood. As we walked, I couldn't help but reflect on the ease of our connection. It made me wonder why my mom never talks to me like that. Our conversations often feel surface-level, filled with polite inquiries about school or my friends, but rarely do we delve into deeper topics. Maybe she's just too caught up in her love for my dad, or perhaps she feels the need to maintain a certain distance, believing it’s for my own good.

It always left me wondering whether she truly knew about it. She was my only living family member. I didn't want to think the worst of her. But she just wouldn't stop crying. Her voice seemed to drill into my skull. Between that and the ridiculous way I kept getting hurt, my patience snapped. "Enough! Why did you have to go skydiving? Didn't I tell you to stay home? "Mom's dead! Are her last words really that important to you? Important enough to make you throw your life away? "I had bodyguards guarding the house around the clock. How did you even get out?"

She touched his arm lightly. Daggy moved to check on Britty, who had fallen into a deeper sleep, her small chest rising and falling in the peaceful rhythm of childhood. She looked so much like Dynan it was almost painful, from the shape of her nose to the way her hair curled at the edges. "Daggy?" Lincoln's voice pulled her back to the present. "Mom called though, she told me about the shop incident. Are you okay? "I'm fine," she said quietly, smoothing down Britty's hair. "Those men at the shop really shook me up."

"Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years.

She wasn’t a ten-year-old kid anymore. “Of course, Mom. What’s going

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"You're too good of a man for this life Gage." "We both know that's not true," I reply. "I just try to do my best." "And that's what counts," mom replies and I just close my eyes, taking in everything. Moms are very underrated.

I nod then sigh and I run my hand down my face. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore, Mom." She gives me that smile that only a mom can before taking my hands in hers. "You're denying yourself your destiny. You're denying yourself the chance of a beautiful relationship. You're denying yourself a chance to add more children to your family and you're denying your mate the same. That's what you're doing!" As always she's blunt and straight to the point. I may be an Alpha but when it comes to my mom she's just that... my mom and I love her for it. She treats me like her Alpha when it is required but the rest of the time I'm her son and she's not afraid to tell me how it is or how much of an assh