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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.”

And we were never close because she put her job first. Yes, she prioritized her clients which left the kid to choose from a number of father figures instead of being offered his mom’s attention. Nate can count at least five stepfathers in his lifetime, and some he loved more than anything in the world… “But yeah, I’m pretty cool with my stepdad, him being a surgeon and all. And he recently approved my interest in anime shows and collectibles.” ”You’re a lucky son of a gun. Is there any chance I can get a look-see in your knife collection? Maybe you can even help me start my own…”

“You don’t even like your stepdad. You’re always talking about how he’s such an asshole. Why do you need to go with them? You’re eighteen. You should be able to stay home if you want.” Errr, I hated Joshua’s stepdad. His name was Daniel, but he always insisted Joshua call him ‘Dad’ even though he’d only been Joshua’s stepfather for three years. What’s worse is that he always insisted I call him ‘Dad’ as well. He was such a bully. Joshua was always complaining about him. The guy thought that because he was 6’4 and all muscle that he could do whatever he wanted. As bad as he was, it was Daniel’s son and Joshua’s stepbrother that

' he thought but only smiled at the guys. "No wonder he refused to accept such a thing, no young man at his level would," Scarlett's Dad said, even though he is way wealthier than Tyler and his dad, he still knows people's pride and what someone can do depending on their level of wealth and success, and according to him, the way this young man grows in wealth is astonishing that he might surpass him by far in the near future, so how someone like that settle for such.

Stephen's expression shifted, revealing the complexity of the family history. Stephen: "From what I heard, Dad was trying to protect him. Being my father's first son, whose mother wasn't alive anymore, he was in a lot of danger, posing a threat to weaken my father. He was a stubborn kid, always throwing tantrums and running away, causing problems, getting jealous of my mother and me. He even got kidnapped a few times, almost getting my father killed. So, Dad decided to give him to the omega to raise him, which he didn't like, and he ran away. My father tried to find him a lot, but he was just…lost."

he asked, running over to hug her leg, “who is this person? Have we met him before? Is he nice to you? Is he amazing? Does he have a company, long legs, and good looks?” Alex’s mind raced, silently adding, “Uncle Justin has all of those things. And he’s nice to me too.” “What if he becomes my new dad? Will he be good to me and Chase? Will he treat us badly?” Alex’s voice quivered slightly, recalling the stepdads he had seen on TV—ones who were cruel, yelled a lot, and even hit kids. Haley sighed, rubbing her temples. “Helen! What kind of TV shows have you been letting Alex watch?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Damien smiled through the whole exchange, that infuriating curve of his lips, like he knew secrets I didn't. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, he watched us with amusement. Bastard. Then, as if on cue, Mom turned, gesturing grandly. "Oh! Ava, meet Adrian Blackwood, your new stepdad. Adrian, this is my brilliant daughter, Ava. She's the one who keeps me on my toes." He pushed off the wall, extending a hand like we were strangers at a cocktail party. "Pleasure to meet you, Ava."

"You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?" I stepped forward, slow and silent, like something already gone. Blood slid down my legs, thick and warm, leaving smeared footprints behind—little bits of what used to be. I stopped inches from him. My voice? Empty. "Even his dad wouldn't claim him. So tell me—who was actually waiting for him?" Quentin's lips tightened, but his eyes gave him up. Full of fear. Shaky. Shattered. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. He had nothing.

I always see them working out with Levy in the weight room but only now did I appreciate Uncle's body. He's just 35 and my Mom's 42. Levy and I are both 19. My stepdad is still young and he's not that too old but at his age, he's so damn hot. I tried to put what I saw out of my mind because I felt guilty. Mommy was always away from home because she was the corporate manager of the biggest company here in New York while Levy, Uncle Albert's son, preferred to live in his condo. The same thing happened again in the following days. I always caught my stepdad masturbating. But because I always saw him masturbating his own penis and m

Three years since Mom died, and the house still feels haunted by her in the quiet moments. The way the hallway floorboards creak at night, the faint scent of her favorite candles lingering in the linen closet, the kitchen drawer with her old spatula still untouched. Jake—my stepdad—never changed any of it. He just kept the roof over our heads, mowed the lawn, showed up for everything even after I graduated. He never pushed to be more than the steady guy who married my mom. Never asked me to call him anything but Jake.