Protective Dads Novels & Stories

The kind that makes you want to do anything to protect what belongs to you. I understand now what it means to be a father. I get why fathers are always worried about their kids. They want to make sure they're safe and happy. They want to protect them from harm. I feel that way too. I want to keep my sons safe from anything that might hurt them. I want to be there for them always.

He knew what that smile was. "Y-You checked on me," Andrew muttered apprehensively. His dad smiled widely as he waved his hand dismissively. "No, no, no. Don’t sound as if I’m a bad person. I’m just a protective father." Andrew felt his heart hammered a thousand times. ‘Not Emman’, he shouted in his mind. If there’s one thing he feared the most, it was for his dad to harm anyone he loves. He's afraid that his dad will hurt Andrea, that's why he stayed quiet for years. He feared Emman might get involved in his affairs as well. That’s why he was reluctant before. But it was too late for him to regret it. He never thought his dad would give some of his precious time to go check on him.

“Hindi, hindi ako nagtatrabaho. Gusto ko lang ang park na ito. Napakasarap panoorin ang mga bata na naglalaro. Pinapasok ako ng mga guard dahil nakita nila ako dito kasama si Zander. Natapos na ang kontrata ko sa kanyang mga magulang, at mas pinili ko ang kumuha ng mga bagong pamilya. Kailangan kong tiyakin na mayroon silang tamang mga prinsipyo ng pagiging magulang at lahat." Tumango naman ang mga babae na parang may sinabi si Ellie na matino. Bulong pa ng babaeng may pulang buhok. "Totoo nga naman."

The corner of Dimitri's lips kicked up into a smirk as he eyed Victor's protective stance and then the mark that I proudly displayed on my neck, "Seems like a lot has happened in the few days that I've been away." "I promise you, Dimitri, if that boy touches a single hair on my daughter's head I'll kill him myself," my dad's voice roared fiercely. He had always been protective over me, even more so after someone had taken me at the young age of six. He kept tabs on my brother, mother, and me — but mostly me because of my lack of a wolf. "Relax," Grace held onto my father's arm, giving his bicep a reasurring squeeze.

"Yeah..." He raised an eyebrow. "He used to hit you or something?" My eyes widened at his words. "No, he would never, well he did once..." my heart suddenly drowned, thinking about my parents' death all over again. "My dad loved me. He loved me so much, he didn't want me to get hurt, so, he always tried to protect me." "That's fucked up! What about your mother? She never said anything to your father about his creepy ways of protection?"

“He’s not who I would have chosen for you.” “Arden,” my mom said in that warning tone that suggested this was an argument they’d already had. “I’m just saying,” my dad continued, looking at me instead of her. “He’s impulsive and overprotective and he almost got you killed about six different times.” “He also saved my life about twelve different times,” I shot back, feeling defensive even though I knew my dad was just being a dad. “And he makes me happy. Isn’t that what matters?” My dad sighed and ran a hand through his hair in this gesture that reminded me so much of what I did when I was stressed that it actually hurt to see. “Of course that’s what matters. I just worry that he won’t protec

my dad's roar echoed from down the corridor as he hurried toward me. I rose to my feet. As he drew closer, he repeated more firmly, "It’s Maximum who hurt him, right?" I hesitated, wanting to prevent him from confronting Maximum. I tried to calm him down. "Dad, sit first. The doctor will be out soon." He shot me a dissatisfied glare. "Are you protecting that violent monster?" "Isn't—" But he cut me off sharply before I could finish. "Today it's Edward. Tomorrow, it could be someone else. Lana, open your eyes. Maximum isn’t worth your protection or love. Are you going to keep defending him until he turns on you and hurts you too?"

We sat in comfortable quiet for a while, processing everything that had happened. In Alpha Jeremy's office, we could hear raised voices—Thomas still arguing, Alpha Jeremy's responses calm but firm. Luna Emma had joined them at some point, her voice adding to the discussion. "Your father is terrifying when he wants to be," I observed. "He's protective. Of all of us. But especially of me and Nate." She smiled slightly. "Uncle Cas says Daddy's protective instincts were already strong, but having children made them—intense." "I believe it. That growl literally shook the house."

He would never ask me to move there simply because he happened to be their father. That mattered to me more than he probably realized. He admitted, later in that same conversation, that becoming a father had forced him to reconsider what protection actually meant. He'd once believed it meant controlling circumstances entirely. Now he understood it sometimes meant respecting someone's choices, even when he desperately wished he could shape the outcome himself. I didn't offer him an emotional declaration in return. I simply told him that being their father meant more than protecting them from danger. It meant being willing, eventually, to let them become their own people entirely.

With a softer but equally authoritative tone he continued . My father made a promise. . When this pack was most in danger from rogues years ago and your father was by my father's side. He gave up everything and fought bravely. My father promised to protect you when he passed away, to make certain that you were taken care of and for you to become my mate." My breath caught in my throat as the words closed in on me like a physical blow. **My dad? A warrior? A guardian?** The man I remembered had been gentle and kind, an omega who made me sleep while singing lullabies.