Protective Dads Novels & Stories

Dad exclaimed. Both my mother and I were not happy with this. “Excuse me? Need I remind you, we are stronger than both of you boys?” My mother put her hands on her hips and glared at my dad. “I took a bullet for you at the same stadium. I will take another if need be and I am sure Dax would do the same for Sarah. Consider it extra protection…” Dad tried to smooth it over, but I could tell he was putting his foot down and nothing my mom or I could change his mind.

Dad complimented Jake who couldn't stop smiling. Dad requested that I give him and Jake some privacy -to discuss men's stuff. My guess was that they wanted to discuss something about me. My dad, being overprotective, wanted to warn Jake about hurting me. He wanted to ensure that Jake would make a great life partner. It was my guess but I knew dad very well.

He did not care, and he did not intend to be embarrassed about that fact nor tried to leave his supercool dads. He walked through the city park in the centre of Rose city, wanting to calm his frantic feelings from his broken heart that he himself had lost count of how many times he had broken his heart. He did not want to going home as soon as he usually did. For now, he did not want to think about the possibility that his daddy would call him to inquire about his whereabouts. Since the death of his dad two years ago, his daddy has become more protective of him than before, and his level of concern exceeded of mothers who would worry about their children reaching puberty.

Then again, knowing my dad, he was probably trying to push Aaron's button until he exploded. I've known my dad, well, my whole life. So, it's safe to say I know him like the back of my hand. My dad has always had a sort of childish flair to him. My mother has always told him to 'grow up' and 'stop goofing around', but it's the way he is. He's also always been very overprotective. He would always ward off any guys who came near me and would forbid me from hanging around with guys. Not that I hung out with any guys. I mean, I hardly had any friends who were girls, but nevertheless my dear father would always explain to me the threats of having a guy friend and how he would irrevocably disappro

I covered my mouth with my hands as I stared at her waiting for her to lash out at me. “I am sorry Mahatma, I need to dread it carefully. I was afraid to lose her after the sudden death of my wife. I had to protect her in my way,” This was the dad I knew. The emotions laced in his voice after he had explained to Mahatma the reason why he did that touched me. I, too, don't want to lose Dad. I really don't know if I can survive without him. He is the only family I have, the one whose life I would protect even if it cost my own.

and just watched me sleep. “I don’t know how to be a father,” he admitted one night while we lay in bed. “My dad was a monster. Yours used you as currency. What if we fuck this up? What if I’m too... dominant? Too controlling?” I rolled over to face him, resting my hand on his chest. “You’re already protective. Steady. You’ve taken care of me through the worst things imaginable. You’ll love our kid the way you love me—fiercely, completely. That’s more than enough.”

he asked in his clear, small voice, squeezing my fingers. He always seemed to ask that of late. And it wasn't a fluke that he was also feeling something coming. And was it a coincidence that he had already labelled it as 'bad things'? I knelt down and brushed a dark curl from his forehead. “Maybe, sweetheart. But Mommy and Daddy are right here. We won’t let anything hurt you.” Damon stood on his other side, one large hand resting on our son’s shoulder. “That’s right, little Alpha. You know ee protect our own.”

I shouted at him. "Maybe I wouldn’t have," Dad admitted clearly. "Because right now, you won't understand a father’s protective behavior towards his daughter." Dad responded before continuing, "Because you won't understand that the moment a father holds his son in his arms, he is ready to die for that little guy whom he recently met, but the moment a father holds his daughter in his arms, he knows that he is ready to kill anyone for that little angel." All my anger vanished in the air upon hearing Dad’s words. Of course, I wouldn’t understand that now, or maybe never, because I could never become a father any day in the future.

His face is pale and everyone here is grim. My teeth clench and I turn my head towards Dallas. “Aren’t you supposed to protect her from things like this?” I growl. Dallas doesn’t even get mad, or defensive, just shuts his eyes and throws his head into his hands. “That’s enough. We’re not doing this now and we’re not doing this here.” Dad growls and my hand tightens around Nadia’s. Maybe she’s right. Maybe this fight is deeper than I realized. Why else would my dad be defending the man that was supposed to keep his mate safe, over me. I know I wouldn’t be so lenient.

“You don't need an alpha. That's what I'm trying to let you know. You're still young, and I don't… I don't want to get a grandkid just yet.” “You think every sex with an alpha amounts to pregnancy? It doesn't work like that. There's something called protection. I can use that —” “Ryan!” I flinched, looking up sharply at Dad, who had never called me Ryan. It was always words of affection, or Matt. “Dad, I —”