Taking His Son To Back Her Up Novels & Stories

Veronica stood up. "You are not going there to see him." I snapped. "He won't give you back Somto if I don't go so I'm going with you. I can't afford to lose my child." She wiped her face. "You are not going to meet that beast, Veronica. I'll get our son. Don't worry. Just stay here and take care of Jonathan." "How do you intend to get our son? Do you intend to call the police?" "No. I don't. I'm going to meet Tony all by myself." I replied and Veronica began to sob again.

How did she, an Empathizer, manage to raise a son with such a low EQ? Still, she felt comforted – since he was acting like his usual self, that would mean he was ok? All those stupid articles on the net made it sound like her son had a mental breakdown. But it turned out all of it was complete hogwash! Her husband was right; their son was stronger than that. He definitely wouldn’t succumb due to something like this! “Yes, you know your father. As soon as he heard about what happened, he sent over an entourage to ensure your safety. Two Shielders, a Shooter, an Intenter, a Sealer…”

He didn't reply for a while but looked up to answer my father. "She has trusted me to protect her and that I will do. if my wife wants the baby then she can keep the baby. I just have to stand by her and make sure she is safe. We will also need all of your support if we want to keep both my wife and our baby," Min said. That's my husband, he was standing by my side although I wasn't there.

But now that every thing about her is always in her mind, he just can't accept the fact that some one was going to make his mate his bride while he still breathes. "I'll give him tonight to hand her over. Just bear in mind that when I take action against him, I won't stop. And I don't mind if he has her return, things won't change." "No one is stopping you from your decision. If no one else stands by yourself, always remember I've got your back. Your mother's got your back." She assures him.

He cuts me off with an almighty roar. “They are mine…if you don’t know where my son is, then I will leave!” I meet his roar, I was an alpha too. I head to the office door. I wasn’t going to defend my actions from four years ago with him. Not when he sided with the female that pushed me down the stairs. “Wait….” His voice takes on a slightly gentler tone to it. “…he is my son. I will help you.” “I don’t need….”

she cried while he gently patted her back. The strong whiff of Damon's scent filled his nose. He slowly let go of Bethany and made her lay down. "I will be back. I need to meet someone." he stood up to leave but she caught his wrist. "I am coming with you. As long as it has to do with my son, I must be involved." She said, looking straight into his eyes. As long as it has to do with her son, everyone is a suspect, including Jordan.

“I need to go be with him. Do you think that you could take Winnie for a little while longer? I’ll be back to pick her up as soon as I can.” “Take all the time you need,” Yara replied at once. “No rush. Seriously.” “I’ll come with you,” Raina said. I shook my head. “I don’t want to put you through this.” “All you ever asked was that I didn’t let you go through this alone,” she reminded me. “And I’m not going to let that happen. Come on. Let’s get out of here. Your son needs you.” I was so glad that she said that. There was a stupid part of me that wanted to be a big man and do this without anyone’s help, but I knew that wasn’t how it worked. I needed her. I needed someone.

His parents look worried as their son turns blood-red. "Son, calm down. We can still talk to her, bring her to her senses. But then peace will have to return here," his father tries to steady him. His mother runs to him and strokes his back. But it seems to have little effect, probably because he has a mate now and only the mate bond can soothe him. But I have no intention of helping him with that.

“School again?” I nod briskly. “Apparently, my son is the bad guy again.” Adrian stands, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for battle. “I’m coming with you.” I pause, looking at him. Normally, I’d argue. Tell him it’s my problem, my responsibility. But right now? Right now, I want him there. His presence is steadying, grounding. “Fine,” I mutter. “Let’s go.” We leave the house together, and the whole way to the school, my pulse is pounding with barely restrained fury.

It would surely leave me devastated. As if knowing my worries, she grabbed my hand and squeezed them tight. "You listen to me, Beatrice. Just because your husband hurt you in the past does not mean that all men will do that to you. Stop being a coward, okay? You need to be brave for your son. He needs a father figure." "Why would we look for one when there is already Drake? He's a frequent visitor in this house. He sent my son to school." "You like him coming over? Every day?"