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Just a hard, unyielding demand. I recoiled, my breath catching in my throat. "That’s not possible," I snapped, my voice shaking, the words a mix of disbelief and anger. "You don't get to waltz back into our lives after abandoning us and just take her. You don’t get to make demands." "I’m her father," Damian said, his voice rising with frustration as he took a step closer. "And I have rights." "Not after what you did!" I shouted, my hands trembling with fury. "You don’t get to just walk in here and claim rights you gave up years ago. She’s mine now. She’s been mine since the day you left us."

"Are you trying to say he's your son? With genes as poor as yours, there's no way you could have given birth to such an outstanding child. You just helped me raise him for a dozen years. Don't get so shameless as to think you're his real mom!" Before I could even respond, Aidan said coldly, "I already said that my mom died 18 years ago. Not just anyone can call themselves my mom. It's Ms. Sutton who raised me. She means more to me than my birth mother. If you keep talking trash, I'll have security escort you out." A warm rush bloomed inside me. Helen was right about one thing. Genetics was a major factor. Helen's genes were rotten. I had spent 18 years raising her son in my last life, but th

Without my mutative abilities to reinforce the camp's defenses, they wouldn't hold up much longer. I clenched my fist, my nails digging into my palm. Tomorrow would be day three. Emilia, this would be your last chance. The first light of dawn barely touched the horizon when I stormed out of the isolation room. Those gray-white streaks on my right arm had already spread halfway up my shoulder. A night had passed, and the air smelled even more rancid now. I could feel the zombies closing in. Without me as the primary fighter, the camp wouldn't last much longer.

Mom always told me, "Your stomach's weak, you can't handle too much of it." It wasn't until much later that I understood — it wasn't that I couldn't eat it. She just didn't want to give me any. My voice came out cold. "I'm not going." Her tears spilled over all at once. "Ryan, how did you turn into this? That's your father!" I looked at her. "Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'"

Lena leaned in, her voice a quiet whisper: “Don, what if this is all a plot between Seraphina and Uncle Leo? Everyone knows Uncle Leo was born sterile. What if he’s using her baby to steal the family inheritance that’s rightfully Vincent’s?” Vincent fixed his gaze on Thaddeus at once, his face frantic: “Grandfather, you have to stand up for me! Every asset of the Sorrentino family is mine, it can’t fall into the hands of outsiders!” Staring at the two of them, Thaddeus snapped, his voice thick with bitter disappointment: “I have ruled the New York underworld my entire life. How did I spawn a grandson as stupid as you?” “That baby Seraphina is carrying is not a bastard. It’s Leo’s child.”

Plates and ceramic cups shattered across the floor, but no one cared. “Is that Matthew?” Mama exclaimed. “Yes, Mama!” My son possessed an unnatural amount of strength as he carried the incredibly heavy Matthew by himself. Zarek looked human, but the weight he was carrying seemed as though he were lifting the full weight of his father’s wolf. Thankfully, Zarek possessed the true strength of an Alpha, though he still groaned beneath the heavy and unconscious body of his father. This apartment had become our hiding place, our small refuge of temporary peace.

"When we were ten. She said he was weak. Said loving him made her weak. She abandoned all of us, disappeared, and our father nearly destroyed himself trying to get her back." I didn't say anything. Just waited. "He became obsessed," Ethan continued. "Stopped leading the pack. Stopped taking care of us. All he cared about was finding her, making her come back. The pack almost fell apart. Our enemies almost took Blackwood while our father was too broken to defend it." "We swore we'd never let that happen to us," Marcus said. "Never let a woman have that kind of power over us." "So when the bond formed with you," Davian said, his voice analytical, "we saw history repeating. We saw ourselves bec

From the moment my mafia husband, Alessio Vitale, brings his childhood friend, Mia Santoro, and her son into our home, everything changes. While our son, Luca Vitale, is sick in the hospital with a fever, Alessio takes Mia's son to Wonderland Park to celebrate his birthday. When I call, all I hear on the other end is the sound of laughter and celebration. Alessio's voice is mixed in with it, gentle and almost chiding, as if I'm the one being unreasonable. "He doesn't have a father, and he's already got it hard enough. Don't overthink it." I don't call him again. That night, I place a divorce agreement in front of Alessio. "Don't see Mia more than three times in the next two weeks,"

he said. "So my father did all this, what for?" I questioned annoyed, that all this years I had thought I killed my mother and probably did something to Demitri's mother's car, which led to her death. "Alpha Demitri is his son, and he abandoned him. He just wanted a way to bring him back home without having to apologize or acknowledged him as a son before the world," he replied. "Is there anything else?" I asked, even though his reply did quiet make sense to me.

MAX I could sense that my son and his mate needed some time alone. She needed some time alone with him to help soothe her aching heart. She learned that her mother not only abandoned her for a vampire, then became one, but she is now also aware that the coven her mother belongs to might be involved with her abusive ex.