All Chapters of Father and son are my mates: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Martha leaned forward, resting her chin on her hands. “Oh, come on. You’ve been spending so much time with him lately. Don’t tell me there’s nothing going on.”“There’s nothing going on,” I insisted, though my voice sounded unconvincing even to me.Martha raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. “You’re blushing, Marcy..”“I am not!” I said, setting the spoon down with a little too much force.“Sure you’re not,” she said, laughing. “So, what did you two do? Talk? Laugh? Stare into each other’s eyes? Kiss? Touch boobs?”I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “We got ice cream, okay? That’s all. You don't exactly have sex in an ice cream parlor or I tell him to oh Evan mark me.”“That isn't so bad.”I cocked my head to the right, “It's just ice cream Martha.”“Okay at where?”“Dream delights ice cream parlor.”Martha gasped, her eyes lighting up. “Oh my goddess! You are so clueless. That’s practically a date! Anyone who goes there knows that's a date.”“It wasn’t a date,” I said firmly

She stood at the edge of the ring, her long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, her emerald-green eyes glinting in the afternoon sun. She was as poised and stunning as he remembered, her smile delicate and deliberate, like a blade wrapped in silk.“I got in this morning,” Joanne said, stepping closer. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”Evan stared at her, the whirlwind of emotions inside him shifting. Shock. Confusion. And beneath it all, a twinge of guilt.“You should’ve told me you were coming,” he said, his voice steadier now.She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “And miss the chance to surprise you? Never.”Evan ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. He hadn’t seen Joanne in over a year—not since their engagement had quietly dissolved after his mother’s death.“I didn’t think you’d ever come back,” he admitted, his tone softer.Joanne’s smile faltered, a flicker of something unspoken passing through her eyes. “I wasn’t sure if I would,” she said honestly. “Bu

As the evening wore on, the festival’s energy shifted. The lively games gave way to enchanting music, drawing me and Martha toward a central clearing. Performers spun and danced beneath hanging lanterns that flickered like stars against the darkening sky. The sweet fragrances of grilled meats and baked goods filled the air, stirring my appetite and lifting my spirits.“Let’s grab something to eat!” Martha suggested, her eyes sparkling with excitement.I nodded eagerly. “I could definitely go for some of those roasted skewers!”We maneuvered through the crowd, soaking in the festivities around us. Laughter and chatter created a symphony that wrapped itself around me, lightening my mood with every note. My heart swelled with warmth as familiar faces smiled or nodded in greeting. In that moment, my earlier anxieties felt distant, like shadows chased away by sunlight.After securing a couple of skewers and some sweet pastries, we settled on a patch of grass off to the side. From there, we

I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from my chest. Sweat clung to my skin, and my breaths came in shallow gulps as I sat up, clutching the blanket.The room was quiet, the only sound the faint rustling of the curtains as a breeze slipped through the cracked window.“Marcy,” Celline’s voice broke the silence, soft but insistent.“What was that?” I asked aloud, my voice trembling.“A glimpse of the past,” she said. “And a warning for the future.”I shook my head, trying to make sense of her words. “The wolves in the dream... were they my parents?”“Yes,” Celline replied. “They were protecting something. Someone. And now, the same danger circles you.”My stomach twisted, fear curling around my heart. “What kind of danger?”Celline was quiet for a moment before responding. “I don’t know the full extent. But I can feel it. It’s close, Marcy. Closer than we realized.”I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my hands shaking as I rubbed my temples. “Wh

Ryker’s POVI tucked my hands in my pockets, my beta beside me as I walked through the shadowed hallway of the pack dungeon. The cold, damp air clung to my skin, the scent of blood and decay thick in the air. My boots echoed against the stone floor, each step a reminder of the task ahead.“Are you sure you want to handle this personally?” my beta, Darius, asked, his tone low but careful.“I don’t trust anyone else to get answers,” I replied without looking at him. “This bastard infiltrated my territory, attacked my pack, and nearly killed me and my son. I need to know who sent him.”“And if he doesn’t talk?”I glanced at Darius, my expression cold. “Then he dies screaming.”We reached the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor. Two guards stood outside, their postures stiffening as they saw me approach.“Alpha,” one of them said, nodding respectfully before stepping aside to unlock the door.The hinges groaned as the door swung open, revealing the small, dimly lit cell inside. The