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The realization hit her like a ton of bricks - he was out, he was out there somewhere, and he was coming for her. The voice on the phone was Gabe's father, Stephen. Stephen was meant to he in prison and was meant to he in there for a very long time. Stephen wasn't a good person at all and had gone to prison after beating a woman on the street. No one knew the damage he once did to her.

He asked. “Trying to be fine,” Steph responded. He sounded so calm with her and she wondered what was happening. If she was dreaming or not. “I know you probably have so much to say to me now but please, can it not be today,” Steph said and her dad had never felt so terrible as he figured out what his daughter thought of him. “I am not here for that Steph,” he said. “What is it then?” Steph asked. He stayed quiet for sometime, not sure how he was going to say what he had to say but then he said it still.

According to the picture you sent, I think you look gorgeous, girl, and Murphy is right about you looking lovely. Alright, his parents are nice and receptive. I will tell you about everything once I return home! I dropped my phone, smiling widely. I had met Murphy’s parents. His father was Dad’s stepbrother, Stephen, and he was a nice, pleasant man, while his wife, Naomi, was the definition of a pure-hearted soul. I suspected the only issue they were going to have was Vera’s past relationships. Even though Murphy had forgiven her past, I couldn’t tell of his parents.

I scoffed. “No, stepfather,” he corrected. “I'll be getting married to your mom soon.” “I hate you.” And I meant it with every fibre of my being. “No, you don't,” he leaned closer. “You don't hate me, Sabrina.” “Proving to you that you don't hate me.” He rubbed his nose against my neck and I bit down on my bottom lip. “What are you doing? Mom's in the other room.” I whispered. His hand dropped to my hips while the other caressed the back of my neck.

Unlike us, they had a little girl. Unfortunately, Alpha Steph, Stephanie’s father, passed away a couple of months ago. I’m not sure what his cause of death was, but he was young to have passed away. I also know that the rift between Stephanie and her stepmother and stepsister has increased since her father’s death. “My mate and pup are well,” he says as Sloane comes in with lunch. ‘Will’, I mouth to her. “Hey, Will!” she says loudly enough for him to hear. “Sloane’s with you? Good. This call is for both of you,” he says.

There was a secret. His father was a gentleman. No matter how ruthless and powerful of a businessman he was, he was still a respectful character. In this sense, Jacob couldn't suspect the way Carter chose to dialogue with Stephie. But what truly tickled his interest was the reason behind this sudden relationship between his father and the poor barista. What were these intentions Carter spoke on? "Did he tell you?" Stephie spoke to Carter after taking a few breaths to calm herself. "What?" Carter wondered, making sure his voice was soft rather than harsh or defensive.

"We'll see about that." As My stepfather nodded, a door behind him opened, and a tall, imposing figure emerged. His eyes were cold, calculating, and seemed to bore into my very soul. "This is Victor, our... enforcer," Bruno said, his voice low and cautious. Victor's gaze never left mine, his presence exuding an aura of menace. "Victor will... guide you through the process," My stepfather said, his voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness. "He'll teach you the ways of our family, and ensure your loyalty."

Lucy felt like she was right back to professors fingering her, only now it was her own step daddy. Her despair was insurmountable. Steve’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop. "Shut up. It must work. My reputation is at stake. Do you even know what would happen if people found out my therapy didn't work on my own daughter because she wants her brother's cock?" Steve roared, sweat beading on his forehead as his dick stirred in his pants. Perfectly normal. Just a biological response. He wasn't a daughter fucker or a sick freak like his son. She was his step daughter, damn it.

I was still glaring at the crumpled paper in my hand. "Sweet goddess, I forgot how dramatic you are," Stephen said, sprawling lazily across the leather chair. Stephen was my childhood friend. His father was head of the king's guard, and died in an attack that killed my parents. We were able to avenge our parents together, but we still have two more names to kill to complete that revenge, and finally our parents could rest in peace. Stephen was notorious for not wanting a rank or work. He spent his time partying and owned a harem.

, he sighed and went forward to hug him. Mr. William had been more like a friend than a father to Stefen, with whom he can share anything without any second thought in his mind. He had been his biggest support after his mom left both of them. She died when Stefen was just 12. His parents did a love marriage. They found each other at their mid-twenties and got married after dating for a year. His dad was shattered when his mom died but he didn't let himself be devastated since he was still a father of a 12 years old.