My Werewolf Daddy By Guzmasbio

My Werewolf Daddy By Guzmasbio

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Kyle I hissed, trying to squirm out of my father's tight embrace. 'Are you high? You're my step dad!' He chuckled, continuing to press his body into me from behind, refusing to let any space between us. 'Actually, I'm your mate,' he purred, his hot breath running over my ear before he gently bit down on the lobe. 'And call me Daddy.'" ********** Michael's relationship with his father, Kyle, has been strained to the point where he can't stand being in the same room as him. After his mother dies, Michael is forced to move in with his father after years of no contact. Things only get worse for the father and son when Kyle gets bitten and is turned into a werewolf, discovering that his mate is none other than his own son who hates his guts. Can the two of them get over their family drama in order to form a lasting relationship? Or will Michael's anger prevent them from being mates? ********** Deleted from Wattpad two times before for being too nasty. This involves ManxBoy romance between biological father and son. Don't like, then don't read/report.
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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