Oliver moon was 16 when his abusive mother told him to pack up his things. He was going to be moving in with his dads that he's never even met before!
How will Ollie react to his new life as the son to werewolves?
this is my first book so please be...
I woke up on what I assumed to be a literally cloud. God, this bed is comfy! i shift in position to try and get more comfortable, but that's when I realized my situation. This definitely isn't my bed, and looking around the room, it was clear this wasn't my home. For one thing, this wasn't a bed. It was a damn crib! And instead of my draby closet/room, I was in a very spacious and well decorated nursery. If I wasn't a little bit freaked by the whole over sized baby room thing, I would be crying tears of fucking joy.
I tried to stand, but that led me to discover a few things. One: I was still injured and everything still hurt like a bitch. Two: I'm not in the same clothes I was wearing yesterday, in replacement I was wearing a gray onsie with a wolf face on it. And three: I don't know what im wearing right now, but they aren't underwear. I'm gonna push that thought to the back of my head because if I don't, the fact that it's damp and squishy would push me off the edge.
The onesie previously mentioned
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I resolve to sit back down and whine. Hopefully, if im loud enough, someone will set me free. That's what babies are supposed to do, right?
Thankfully, my grones for freedom were answered when an overly excited daddy walked into my room. "And a good morning to you, Oliver! How did you sleep?"
"Honesty, it was the best night sleep of my life. And that's saying something concerning my rib is broken, and I'm covered in bruises." Daddy just looked at me for a second or two.
"Baby, I don't know if i should laugh or cry at what you just said. I'm sorta motivated to do both." I gave him a smile. "Your therapist will have their work cut out of them. But that's a later issue. Right now, we need to get you changed and ready for breakfasts. We can't keep poor papa down there waiting for us, can we?" I shake my head.
Daddy picked me out of my crib and carried me to the changing table. I tried my best to ignore what was going on. How many 16 year olds can sit their comfortably while getting a diaper change from their daddy? I'll answer you. NONE!
After that uncomfortable ordeal, I'm finally carried out of my bedroom. I thought my room was big, but as I was being carried down to the kitchen, I realized how rich these guys were. This house is massive! I don't even think it's appropriate to call it a house, I just got moved into a mansion! I could feel the newfound nepatism flowing through my veins. Daddy could only chuckle at the amazed look on my face.
After about 5 minutes of walking, we finally entered the kitchen. Their papa was waiting for us with more food than I've ever seen in my entire life. The table was packed with pretty much every breakfast food known to man. My eyes immediately went to the pancakes and bacon. I was almost never allowed to eat either of them growing up. Mother always said I was "too bad for good food." That thought immediately spoiled my mood. I put my head down in reflection.
