The Son Of Bigfoot 2 Novels & Stories

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.'"

Once we got into the car, I thanked Regan for his help with me and my son. If it weren't for him, we'd still be hiding here in the Philippines. We placed baby Anthony in the car seat that Regan had prepared for him. I immediately connected to Regan's phone internet so I could call Ian and Sophia. I was sure they were already worried about how long our trip had taken. "Sissy, we're here with Baby Anthony!" I told Sophia when she answered my video call. Ian quickly joined the conversation.

“But, son… I never abandoned you.” It nearly killed me to say that word. Son. Because God help me, after what I had done with Flora… it felt like a betrayal to even claim him. But it was the truth. He was my son. My blood. My mistake and my second chance. Jayden dragged his hands down his face and buried his head in his palms. “God… I can’t believe I was lied to all this time,” he muttered, voice cracking at the edges. “I should have known…”

Did he mean Andrew from the Anson family? A few years ago, Andrew Anson entered her life and became her sworn brother. The Anson family was a wealthy family in Lime City, while she was just an orphan. Elizabeth had never taken their oath seriously. Besides, three years ago, the Anson family went bankrupt. Andrew’s father committed suicide while Andrew himself disappeared without a trace. So, Elizabeth couldn't really call him her brother. "What are you talking about? Setting what up?" "Still feigning innocence?" Chester’s hand slid down to Elizabeth’s neck. If he used just a little more force, her slender pink neck would easily snap in two.

They just smile, as if his comment were amusing. "Just a bit farther than that," BigFoot, towering over me, stands up again. My dad doesn't seem bothered by having to look up to meet BigFoot's steady gaze. Mac and Kiana stand beside him. "I'm Idan Nightglow. And this is my youngest child, Alora," he introduces himself, seemingly unaware of the implication that I'm not his only surviving daughter. "Cassian, you sound like you're much farther than just a bit away."

Even though he had dreamed of his family and his best friend's family uniting but it seemed like that was impossible to come true because his son didn't want it. Did he do something wrong? Was it wrong for this to happen? What should he say to his best friend? Suddenly Ansgar felt his chest hurt and the man finally became unconscious. "DAD!" Weylin shouted. "ANSGAR!" Zuria shouted in shock.

"Your mate. The only one who can save your father's life is the man who rejected you five years ago." The world tilted sideways, and Gabriel had to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. Dominic Ashford. Youngest billionaire Alpha in North America, and heir to Ashford Industries, the supernatural security empire that controlled half the werewolf packs on the continent. The man whose golden eyes had met Gabriel's across a burning packhouse and changed everything with a single look. The man who had looked at seventeen-year-old Gabriel, felt the mate bond snap into place with the force of destiny itself, and said five words that had destroyed him: "I don't have a mate."

He’s the size of a standard wolf, normal for a new shift, with black feet and beige muzzle and stomach. It doesn’t take long for his continued fight to be seen on the outside. It’s as if the goddess herself has placed a collar around his neck in order to pull him towards the woods. His yelps echo across the land as his fight to gain some sort of control continues. I can feel Lilly’s sadness in response to such a dramatic change to our son, the feeling of confusion and helplessness being shared by both of us simultaneously. “Into the woods! That’s an order!” I shout again in the hopes it will give him the push he needs to run off before I have to physically shift and run him off. After an int

Not after everything. She blocks the door. "You need to know your son." Son. The word hits like silver bullet. "I don't have a son." "Yes you do. His name is Finn. He's one year old. Born wolf. Pureblood. Your genetic heir whether you acknowledge him or not." I look at the baby. Really look. He's got my face. My bone structure. My wolfish features already showing despite his age. Undeniably mine. Undeniably real. Undeniably inconvenient.

I call out, buying us some time to think up a plan. My father’s face swells as he stares down at his fallen creatures, but he doesn’t answer. Another creature appears at that moment. This one has a crocodile’s head and a body like a rhino. It’s huge, with spiked hooves, and it’s rearing to attack. An idea forms as I watch the thing rise on its hind legs before it charges me. Rowan must see my intent because he gives me an imperceptible nod.