Overprotective Dads Romane & Geschichten

I immediately offered them so they could consider my determination of investigating carefully. “But pearl, My angel. I can't let you out of my eyes even for a day. How could you ask for such a big thing? You don't know the real harsh world outside. You don't know the gravity of some situations. There are dirty and dangerous creatures outside ready to make you their prey. We will sort out this thing somehow. I will use my sources to find him. I can't let you risk yourself in anything.” and like this my overprotective Dad showed his rare emotional side which is only reserved for my mom and me. I shook my head which was aching for a while now. Mom leaned back on the chair, rubbing her forehead.

"I know. But my house, my rules. They need to respect the boundaries I set." I nodded. He could be so overprotective. "Just don't be so strict okay? I understand that you're looking out for me, and I respect that. I just hope we can find a way to close the gap between our families and create some understanding." "Just remember, I love you, and I only want what's best for you." "I know, Dad, I know and I trust you. You already scared them." I chuckled. My dad followed suit, proudly holding his gun.

Dad said, running a hand through his hair, "I would never get in the way of a mating bond, you know how important it is to me. I just want them to..." "Make sure they don't suffocate her," Alpha Caden concluded. "She doesn't know anything about our world yet, they can't be so attached to it, they need someone to hold them back," Dad said. "Do you really believe they're going to listen to me?" asked Alpha Caden, frowning. "You can always bring action. I don't have power over two alphas, I'm just a Beta, but you're an alpha, and you're their father," Dad said.

“Is it something I’m not allowed to see?” The worse thing about my dad was that he was annoyingly overprotective, just like my brother, Alex. It might’ve been strange, but coming right back home after university to work as a bartender at a cocktail bar was like a dream come true to them. It was a way for them to keep me safe and a way for them to keep an eye on me. “Of course not. You know I don’t hide stuff from you,” I told my dad. I pulled him by his arm and led him out of my room while I looked back to stare at Tori. “Good safe.” She mouthed.

"Since when did the man who's so great at protecting his perfect little family become too fragile to handle the truth?" Ian's expression hardened, and an awkward look flashed across his face. However, when he spoke up, he still chose to shift the blame on Mom. "Your mother's the one who couldn't let go back then. She refused to accept reality and insisted on blowing everything out of proportion. Had she come to terms with reality, we could have all lived in peace." Holding his gaze, I felt anger flare up in my chest. "We could've all lived in peace? Do you have any idea how I lost my hearing?"

“You're a bit overprotective. Even though you know what you're supposed to do to him...” I was taken aback when I heard Joshua say that, and I looked at Gruvv's back. I got why his little brother was so upset with me right away, it was all because of my dad. Perhaps Gruvv could've done something about me, but he didn't. I bit my lower lip. Joshua was a few steps to my left, and he shot me a quick look, “Oh Gruvv, you should do something more to protect your omega. Like, hire some guard. Well, maybe next time you'll only find his cold body when you get home.”

I try to sound optimistic, but the thought fills me with disappointment and dread. I could tough it out and save up for a decent place eventually. My father would welcome me back, but the thought of moving back after managing on my own is daunting. He’s been eager for me to return since I first left, and I worry he’d find ways to convince me to stay, citing every possible danger of living alone. “You know how it would be. No offense, but your dad is extremely overprotective. How can you go back to that after being independent for so long?”

Between my father's overprotective nature and the family name that either intimidated potential partners or attracted people interested only in money, meaningful relationships had been nearly impossible to form. The last few days were disasters, mostly thanks to dad’s insistence on sending bodyguards to ‘keep an eye’ on me. One date had ended with Dad sitting at a table across from me, pretending to read a newspaper. Another had involved a last-minute change in restaurants after he decided the original location wasn’t “secure enough.” My hesitation must have shown on my face, because Adrian added, "I promise not to ask about your father's infamous temper or whether the rumors about his past

"Exactly. And daughters would be miniature versions of you, which means I'd be constantly fighting off boys who think they're good enough for them." I laughed, the image of Freddy as an overprotective father both amusing and endearing. "And if we have sons?" "Then I'll teach them how to treat women with respect," he said seriously. "How to love with their whole hearts. How to be the kind of men who make their partners feel safe, cherished, and valued." "Like you do with me," I said softly. "Like I try to," he corrected. "I'm not perfect, baby. I know I mess up sometimes. I get too controlling, too overprotective. But I'm always trying to be better. For you. For us. For the family we'll have