My Daddy Hides His Power Spoiler Novels & Stories

(Kaden POV) 'Son. Don't move ok? Daddy will be right back!' 'Yes daddy.' I whisper, scared beyond anything I've ever dealt with before. What is he doing? Where has dad gone? Why am I hiding behind this massive tree stump? Being a curious young boy, I peek from my hiding place and see dad stood over a bloodied man slumped on the floor. Dad is holding his gun. He's a policeman; although a shifter too. He always carries his gun and badge.

He looked confused for a second, before I added,"And the witch said that the rogues wanted the blessing of the Goddess." "No, sh*t." My father rubbed his face, realizing what I was saying. "Among so many wolves, they are after my pup?" My father's beat walked closer to my dad and patted his back. "We all know that this will come sooner rather than later," said Alpha. That is why we tried our best to keep her power a secret." "What is this power that she had anyway?" Hunter asked curiously as he stared at me like I was a freak. I really don't like people knowing about my true power because they started to act and see me as a freak more than a blessing.

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

A fresh start until her parents worked things out. But when someone answered the doorbell, Chloe knew it was only a matter of time before her new world burned to the ground. The door swung open, and it wasn’t Rachel standing there to say hello. It was her father, Harvey Fletcher. His brown hair lay tousled to the side, with the first three buttons of his shirt undone. He pushed up his sleeves, revealing a round tattoo on his arm. He stood there, confident in a way that made her spine tighten. “Chloe,” he said, voice warm and dangerously gentle.

It’s relentless—my heart won’t stop pounding, my skin feels too tight, and my breath keeps catching like I’m running a race I never signed up for. I’m standing at the top of the hill, overlooking the battle. Normally, Dad would be out there—camouflaged in the thick of it, protecting our pack. He has one of the coolest powers I’ve ever seen. Despite all his tattoos and history—relics of his life with Aunt Chloe and Aunt Keisha before he met Mom—he can disappear. Like fully disappear. You could walk right by him, sniff the air, stare him dead in the face… and still not see him. The only person who could see him was Gregory. He could copy powers. That made their dynamic insane in battle.

Father won’t listen to my explanation before throwing me into the dungeon the moment I return home. He moved toward the door. He wanted to exit the room completely but before he could twist the door knob opened, my voice stopped him. “I- I can cure your infertility. In exchange, make a deal with me, J!” He stopped dead in his tracks. “H-How…?” He stuttered, his voice betrayed his shock. I knew it was supposed to be his secret. Right. I forgot to mention the most important part: I had a special power no one knew about not even my father.

“I built this empire for you. For us. If they come, I’ll handle it. You just stay here. Stay safe. Stay mine.” His words were both comforting and terrifying. I knew what “handle it” meant. I had seen the gun. I had seen the darkness in his eyes when he spoke about Reynolds and Harrington. “I chose you,” I said softly, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I keep choosing you. But if they come with real power… I don’t know if love is enough to stop them.” Daddy’s expression hardened, but his touch remained gentle as he wiped my tears away. “Love isn’t enough,” he said darkly. “Power is. And I have more than they do. I have money. Connections. Men who are loyal to me. I will protect our family, Ava.

The realization made her bold. “What’s wrong… Daddy?” she whispered, batting her lashes. “Afraid you might like it?” For one electric second, she thought he might kiss her. Or bend her over the railing right there under the open sky. His free hand twitched at his side like he was fighting the urge to grab her. Instead, he leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You have no idea what you’re playing with, little girl. Keep pushing me and I’ll show you exactly what happens to bratty little teases who test their father’s best friend.”

"Daddy... he came into my room again, Mama. He kept saying I was beautiful... he wouldn't stop touching me even though I begged him to stop... hic.... Why do you always bring these monsters into our home? Why do they only want my body?" She buried her face in her mother’s chest, hiding a sharp, triumphant smirk. Behind those pitiful sobs, she was already mapping out her next move. These men were just trash to be discarded, and Lona was the queen holding all the cards. But she had no idea that Stepfather Number Five was a different breed entirely. Revanyounger, devastatingly handsome, and possessing a heart carved from ice—was already waiting to turn her little game upside down.

“Do you think this joke is funny?” “Gr-grant,” Rachel stammers, coming to stand beside his father. “You know that your father has a heart condition. How can you possibly play such a mean…” “I’m not playing anything.” Grant tells her. “What I’ve said is very much serious. Gianna is my wife and I set asked for this meeting to properly introduce her. Now, since I’ve introduced her to father, I’d also like to do the same with grandfather, where is he?” As he speaks, Grant starts to look around as if the man in question will appear out of nowhere and when he doesn’t, a look of concern forms on his handsome face.