Weird Strict Dad Chapter 4 Novels & Stories

I leaned back, shaking my head in disbelief, feeling a pang of disappointment for my poor mom. She chuckled softly, a sound filled with both humor and understanding. “That’s exactly why he’s so strict about it. His opposition comes from his own mistake. He’s determined to keep others from making the same one. But just because you made a mistake doesn’t mean it’s the end,” she said, tilting her head as her dark hair cascaded over her crystal blue eyes. “But remember, what I’ve told you is between us. This is our secret, my son. And please, don’t ever question your father about this. He was once just like you—young and inexperienced.” She smiled, reaching out to affectionately tousle my hair.

Dad sighs and moves away from the desk. He gives me a sad look and I gulp down the rising bile in my throat. "I was...after she cheated and I forgave her...I was good. We were good. I was happy. A couple of years later, we had you, and I was overjoyed. Your mother was too. She kept saying how you would be the Alpha I should have been. She was peeved that Hannah had a baby too...said Hannah tried to steal her day by delivering on the same day as her. But the two seemed to bond over being mothers together. They formed a strong friendship and I fell into a happy routine, but around the time you were about four...the terrible pain hit again. I immediately knew what it was, but I didn't say anyth

Kiara's POV "Dads never approve of the fun stuff." Ivy rolled her eyes. "Speaking of which, my dad's supposed to stop by again soon. He wanted to make sure I was settling in okay. Typical overprotective parent nonsense." My stomach tightened slightly. "Your dad sounds involved." "Oh, he's the worst." But Ivy's tone was fond. "Super strict, has all these rules about boys and parties and curfews like I'm still in high school. But underneath all that, he's actually a good guy. He just worries too much."

My heart raced with every step closer, my thoughts spiraling. What if his dad hated me? What if I said the wrong thing? What if I didn’t look “good enough” to stand next to Zeke? I had heard the whispers about his father. He was strict, powerful, impossible to impress. The kind of man who could size you up in seconds and decide if you were worth his son’s time. And now here I was. About to stand in front of him like some awkward girl still trying to catch her breath. We finally stopped.

Me: I still don't get Dad: you had the guts to tell your stupid mother! Me: how did you know? He smirked Dad: I have men everywhere. Now you'll be followed every minute. Because you're trying to get compromised He walked away and I exhaled sadly. How did I get into this family in the first place? I entered my room and laid on the bed. Something tells me all is not well, I feel dad has done something. 💚Unugwa💜 I had slept off after hours of crying. The noise that woke me up was the sound of chains moving. I looked up and saw a man with a big chain staring at me. He was swinging it and smirking evilly

when I said that, dad's face went pale in fear. "Fuck off, son! Just because you are all grown up, don't think that you can win from me. I am still your dad. I am the one who taught to survive along with the tricks." dad growls "And, I was complimenting my sexy as hell wife. Why would I compliment a STD walking whore?" by the time he finished the sentence, mom was gripping the whore with her hair and scolding at her from touching her son with hands full of other man sperm filled hands. Eeeeww, mom.

she scoffs. “I wouldn’t do that shit. And also, I personally don’t want you in the big girls’ team if you’re a skinny little wimp,” I complain, pushing her hard enough to make her stumble backwards. She growls and jumps at me to try a very weak submission move. I don’t budge at all. “You know I bulk up easily, Dad. Fucking stop being so strict already, it doesn’t fit you. Are we going to spar or are you going to keep nagging me like a bitch?”

She wept softly, wiping away her tears, and looked utterly heartbroken. "Sweetheart, you've misunderstood your father. He has always loved you. You're our family. How could we ever bear to hurt you or let you die?" I glared at them with bloodshot eyes. "Then tell me, what secret is hidden in Dad's study? Why does every man who sees it leave me? Did you put some kind of curse on them?" As if possessed, I sank my teeth into Dad's arm. He flinched in pain, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

“Fuck, don’t remind me. You’re lucky—your old man doesn’t give a shit what you do.” “Yeah, ‘cause he already handed me everything on a silver platter,” I say dryly, shaking my head. We may be close, but my dad is still strict as hell. “He doesn’t care what I do, as long as I don’t embarrass the family name.” “That’s easy,” Aiden smirks. “You just have to keep your dick out of trouble.” I shove his shoulder. “Unlike you, I actually have self-control.” “Yeah, yeah,” he laughs. “That cute little Omega of yours probably helps with that.”

“Okay son, I’m proud of you. She went out with a few of her girlfriends to do some shopping, she will be back later.” “Okay, Thanks dad.” After I grab a drink and snack from the kitchen, I make my way up to my room. One thing people don’t understand is that there is a reason why my dad seems like a hard ass and why he seems so strict, but he just wants to see me succeed at life, he has always told me how his parents struggled most of his life growing up and he just doesn’t want that for me. Which I can totally understand. My dad has always had my back no matter what and I am so grateful to have him as my dad.