Stepdad And His Friends Novels & Stories

I nodded once. "So, here's the deal, remove the dirt on my shoes using your tongue, or else I will tell my dad to disown your stepbrother and your mom from the pack." he added, "I think that's a good thing, right? The three of you will be a happy family of lone wolves." Without a missing beat, all of his friends burst out laughing. Their voices fill the parking lot, echoing in my ears. And their mocking gestures and waves of laughter cut through me like a sharp knife.

I realized London wasn’t kidding when she said super extended family, but one head I didn’t see. “That bald is Sax. Next to him is Kye. They may be giants, but they’re softies. You can trust them with your life. Next is Neke, my best friend and also my assistant. Reef, the duck dynasty.” That had me cracking. “Reed, my bodyguard, he’s like a big brother.” “Me, the wonderful Dad of Striker. Tate Cade.” Wait, what? The man in his fifties said. “I have two wonderful fathers-in-law. Papa will be here shortly.”

My strong broken boy. The crowd appeared at the funeral, some of them were dad's college friends; Harley, Jaxon, Jackson, and Jacob were aligned with tearful eyes. They were the closest to him, they would play chess in the evenings and had the best coffee times with them. For the other some of them, they were his work buddies, his boss and my uncle with his family. I made sure yesterday before we went back to my house to make an announcement broadcast to all of my father's closest people because I wanted to make this special for him.

Their pack dynamics were complicated anyway. “You can call him Ambrose. He isn’t their biological grandfather. Think of him as the old man who picked all of us up. Ambrose isn’t the most reliable caretaker, but he is loyal. As he aged, he grew more senile and crazy. Those weird things the boys talk about come from his crazy lectures. Ambrose often comes and goes like the wind. He loves exploring the wilderness and lives in the middle of a mountain, occasionally coming down to visit them. The boys grew up following his footsteps because Favian and I are busy with work.”

I can't say that I love her, not the way my father loves my mother, but I know that she loves me, and I do care for her very much. I mind link my father as I am pulling onto our packlands. He tells me he is in his office with his Beta Jack and his son Cayden, his Gamma Archie, and his son Dylan, who are also my best friends. Cayden, Dylan, and I are all less than a year apart in age. They will become my Beta and Gamma after I take over.

he commented. “Just like his father,” I said. Again, the wine came into play. “Well, you know what I mean,” I said, trying to get around the situation. I was prepared to hear him say something unfortunate about it, but he didn't. In fact, he continued on the subject, asking about the other two. “Jimmy and Jared are good friends, very close; they don't fight often. I think they'll be very close when they grow up. Jody is a good friend too, but you can't compare them,” I said. For a few minutes, Casper asked me questions about them, and I answered. I was really happy to be there with him.

I've missed my best friend terribly, and I can only hope she won't be too angry with me for leaving without a word. As my thoughts drift back to Alpha Alexander, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. Crushing on my best friend's father and my Alpha feels like a betrayal of the highest order. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of embarrassment settle heavily upon me. This is my father's best friend, after all.

Jalen took it firmly, their handshake strong and full of mutual respect. “Take good care of her,” Dad said, his voice steady but warm. “I will, buddy. Every day,” Jalen replied. “I know you will,” Dad smiled, glancing between us with glistening eyes. “I guess… we have a wedding to plan,” he added, and the three of us laughed together, the sound filling the night with warmth and healing.

Stepdad frowned at Mother. "Why did you soften your heart and bring her here? We're discussing serious matters here. Why is she interrupting?" Phoebe thought Mother would defend her. To her shock, Mother only sighed. "If it weren't for fear of gossip, I never would've acknowledged her. Honestly, children raised in the countryside always turn out sharp-tongued and ungrateful." That night, Phoebe smashed countless things in her rage. Our stepdad refused to tolerate her any longer. In the end, it was Grandpa—braving the heavy rain on his rickety tricycle—who came to take her back.

“Welcome home.” The formality was deliberate. A wall between us. “Dom’s been keeping me company in your absence,” my father said, oblivious to the tension crackling between hid righthand man and his daughter. “Don’t know what I would’ve done without him these past couple years. Best friend a man could ask for.” The words landed like a physical blow. Best friend. As if I needed the reminder of exactly how wrong this was. “That’s wonderful,” I managed. “I’m glad you have each other.”