Strongest Abandoned Son Novels & Stories

He looked down at her hand, then at her face, then at the spot, then back at her. With a reluctant sigh, he sat down beside her, keeping a small gap between them. For a long moment, he simply stared forward, into the woods, the trees, his mind going back to the painful memory. And then, finally, he spoke. “I was the first child, the only son,” he began, with a low croaky voice, like he was going down a long, narrow path. “I was born to a man who couldn’t walk; he could barely feed himself. The Pack didn’t want him, they called him useless, broken, and he was rejected, laughed at.”

"Robert also made many mistakes. I didn't know my son was alive until recently. I mourned him! I suffered his loss, unlike that person you claim is the father of my child!" "He is the most imperfect person I have ever known in my life." "That's no excuse to lock us in a house, alone, abandon us there, and then come to claim he was his father, as if he ever wanted to be, as if he ever desired it. He... he abandoned us. I will do whatever it takes to keep my son by my side. I won't let him use him for his own benefit. Now that he knows he's alive, he suddenly feels love, now he wants to be his father. What about before? What about then? Robert can't be a father, he himself has admitted it. Eve

After a year of his marriage to his second wife, he had his second son. It was said that Colton favored the second son more than his eldest son. After the accident happened, Colton turned a blind eye to the abuse that his wife and his second son were doing to the eldest son. He did not stop his second wife when his eldest son was thrown into a desolate place without any proper help and treatment. The article showed a photo of the abandoned cabin. It wrote how Colton cruelly abandoned his comatose son on that desolate broken house all alone.

Just two wolves fighting for fundamentally opposed futures. I managed to get inside his guard. My claws raked across his chest. Draw blood. He retaliated with a blast of power that threw me twenty feet backward. I hit the ground hard. Rolled. Came up gasping. "You're strong," Christopher acknowledged. Blood ran from the cuts on his chest. "Stronger than the old records suggested. But you're still weakened. Still compromised." "And you're still alone," I countered. "Your father abandoned you. Your allies withdrew. Society is crumbling. What are you fighting for?"

I raised a hand stiff from the cold, reaching out toward Darnell for help. Even though I knew he favored Amber and I was nothing more than an expendable burden to him, the lingering obsession in the depths of my heart refused to let me give up. I needed an answer from Darnell. He was the one who had plastered the streets with flyers and begged for me along the sidewalks. And he was also the one abandoning me now. Which one was the real him? But the moment my hand extended, Amber suddenly swayed, clutching her chest as she collapsed to the ground.

Despite my flesh rotting away, my soul did not dissipate. I experimented a bit and found that my soul could only stick close to my mother, Jean, or my brother, Tanner. The sight of my body didn’t draw tears out of Jean Blue. Instead, she froze for a moment before giving Tanner a call. Like a child who did something wrong, she was eager to find someone to lean on. “Graham’s dead. “His belly had sunk in. I locked him in the cellar and forgot to bring him food. He starved to death.

As if all my words were meaningless noise. "Your mother is the perfect example." My fists clenched at my sides. “Just look at her life. Abandoned first by her husband, then by her son. And in the end? She died a meaningless, painful death. She died the way she had come to this world: alone. Her entire life was like a bad joke, wasted and thrown away on men who never valued her.” I let out a low, cruel laugh. "That is your inheritance, Abigail. That is what is waiting for you.”

“Not at the time.” “I know,” her mother said. “That’s what makes it true.” She dropped her hands. “Your mother. Margaret. She was a good woman?” “She was extraordinary,” he said. Her mother looked at the frame on the wall. At her husband’s handwriting. At the last line. She stood there for a long time and nobody spoke because nobody needed to. Then she put the photograph album on the kitchen table. She opened it. Thomas Adeyemi at twenty. At twenty-five. At thirty-one, the year he died, which was the age Bianca was now. A man who looked like his daughter who looked like her daughter. Three generations of the same face carrying the same certainty.

“Veronica’s pack is powerful. Influential. You think they’re going to stand by and watch you throw that away for a girl with no name and a fucking scent that got you hard? You think your father is going to let this happen?” He stepped in front of me now, blocking the hallway like he was guarding a door to hell. “Your dad is going to kill you once he finds out. Do you understand that? You’re the next Alpha. You’re not some rogue mutt running after his dick. You’re bloodline. Legacy. Chosen.” I didn’t care. I didn’t fucking care. But I saw red the second he said throw it away. And I snapped. I shoved him hard in the chest, eyes burning.

He was my rock, and I knew all the way to my core that Thomas was someone I could rely on implicitly. Between being bitten, killing two innocent girls, being shot, and being kidnapped by insane prisoners, I couldn't think of one time Thomas left me high and dry. He would never abandon me, which was more than I could say about my actions. I'd abandoned him when he suffered from guilt after his best friend's horrific accident. Thomas had told me that his mother abandoned him years ago. It was easy to assume he connected my awful behavior to her's. His mother and her abandonment would always be his greatest weakness. It killed me that she did that to him. The odds were ridiculously low, but if