Strongest Abandoned Son Novels & Stories

“And that child was stolen from her. While she was locked in prison. Lied to. Manipulated. Left to believe her baby died.” Damien stared at the documents, unable to breathe. His entire world tilted. He remembered Elena crying in the hospital, broken and devastated. He remembered dismissing her fears.He remembered calling her delusional. He remembered leaving her on the road last night. He remembered it all Guilt crushed him like a boulder. “I… I abandoned her,” he whispered, eyes burning. “I left her there. In the dark. Alone.” Old Mr. Salvatore slammed his cane on the floor.

Mr Williamson pats his son's back, the back never bends with any situation, the back which holds straight his dignity, his attitude, his demeanor, now is reaching the floor, heartbreakingly. To surprise more, Mr Williamson feels the shaky body of his son. And this time, his eyes widen, finding Marquis sobbing gripping his hair tightly. " Marquis! Is her situation that bad? Look at Dad. I don't know what happened. But I want you to stay strong. For your kids, at least!" Marquis crying is like a devastating uncertain situation for Mr Williamson who never saw his son crying. Even when his mother almost died once. He is a strong-hearted person. Now, seeing how his son is crying, he has realised.

The tension between both sides of the call thickened again. Adele was beginning to grow tired of all this. Because now— It wasn’t only Leonard losing control anymore. Sebastian was starting to change too. “I don’t care what you think about me,” Leonard said coldly. “The important thing is that I’m finally free now.” Sebastian almost smiled at that. “Free?” A dangerous glint crossed his eyes. “You just abandoned the mother of your child in a remote village days after she gave birth,” Sebastian continued. “And you call that freedom?”

He glanced at Sophia on the bed, who looked weak enough to expire at any moment, and his gaze instantly softened. "But Sophia can't. She's too fragile. She's pregnant, and that is my firstborn son." "She and the child need this protection more than you do." I looked at the man in front of me. How righteously he spoke. Because I was strong, I deserved to be abandoned? Because she was weak, she could rightfully steal everything from me? I slapped his hands away, took two steps back, and leaned against the cold wall. Blood from my forehead dripped onto the pristine white floor tiles, blooming into glaring red flowers.

"They ruin your skin." "She wouldn't have liked you leaving me alone either." "Or getting a minor pregnant. How is he?" It's such a shitty conversation that I respond with monosyllables and evasions. He's back in town after three years, and I won't be his son. He's never been a good father, especially after my mother's death. But he's acting weird; there's no trace of alcohol on him anymore, his beer is light, and he's shaved his beard and those unkempt locks. "What a useless guy," my mind mocks.

"Protecting your position. Your father's approval. Your perfect Alpha image. Don't you dare pretend this was about me." "That's not—" "I was pregnant and alone!" Tears streaked her face now, but her voice never wavered. "I gave birth in a forest with only Nyx to help. No pack. No family. No mate. Just me and a baby boy who looked exactly like you." The image hit me like a blade to the heart. Rhiannon, alone, giving birth to our son— "His name is Soren," she continued. "He's four years old. Powerful. Kind. Perfect. And you'll never know him. Never touch him. Because I won't let you anywhere near the child you abandoned."

I exclaimed, crying profusely out of fear and exhaustion at all this mental gymnastics. He scoffed. "Let me tell you a little story," he said. "Many many years ago, there was a very powerful alpha. He took in a mistress and one day, she got pregnant for him. On the day she gave birth to a son for him, he wasn't there. You know why? No? I'll tell you! He was off getting married. His new wife ended up having a son nine months later. He abandoned his mistress and first son. Broken, the mistress never recovered. She died when he was ten. Desperate, he showed up on his father's doorstep.

“My father made all the money. Mother didn’t work. So when he took off, we were penniless. Mother had to work two jobs, and by the time I was fourteen, I was picking up work wherever I could. My mother didn’t have any skills because she assumed she would be a housewife. Watching my father abandon us haunted me, but being so dependent on him was the worst part. None of us were prepared for it. I just never want to feel that way again, to rely on someone to be there and then they leave me destitute.” I stared at the strong man I’d fallen in love with, and I knew his boyish roots were still deep in his soul. He was the strongest man I knew, a powerful provider and a ruthless dictator. But his a

He looked down at Vivian as if she were a rabid animal waiting to be put down by the pack enforcers. "I have spent my entire life building the political reputation and the honor of this family, and I will not allow the reckless, unhinged ambition of a foolish child to drag my name through the mud. I hate disgrace above all things. I despise weakness. Therefore, I will not intervene. Do to her whatever you feel is fair under the ancient laws of the territory. She is no longer a daughter of my house. She is dead to me." Vivian let out a sharp, breathless gasp, the finality of her father's public abandonment shattering what little composure she had left. She collapsed back into the dirt, sobbin

"I thought you guys would be happy that he decided to not abandon us like he did a long time ago, I thought you'd be happy he was here. You guys searched for him, didn't you? We've found him now and it doesn't matter who he is." "He's a rogue, you should've killed him when you found him instead of locking him up here." "He's your son too, father, what are you saying?" "I'm saying that he's weak, it won't make a difference if he joins the war, he'll drag you down more than he'll help." "He's not weak and even if he was, I'd still accept his help. This is why he ran away in the first place, this is why he abandoned us!"