Daddy Wolf-In-Law

Copyright © 2023 Morrigan BlackAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Trigger Warnings: This story deals with death, grief, criminal lifestyles, SA, abuse, violence and gore, and mpreg. *** Want to contact me or sign up for my mailing list? Click on the link below. Join Mailing ListOnly want to know about new releases? Please follow me on Amazon! Other books by Morrigan BlackTaken by the Titan: A Dark MM Mpreg Romance Contents CopyrightCHAPTER ONECHAPTER TWOCHAPTER THREECHAPTER FOURCHAPTER FIVECHAPTER SIXCHAPTER SEVENCHAPTER EIGHTCHAPTER NINECHAPTER TENCHAPTER ELEVENCHAPTER TWELVECHAPTER THIRTEENCHAPTER FOURTEENCHAPTER FIFTEENCHAPTER SIXTEENCHAPTER SEVENTEENCHAPTER EIGHTEENCHAPTER NINETEENCHAPTER TWENTYCHAPTER TWENTY-ONECHAPTER TWENTY-TWOCHAPTER TWENTY-THREECHAPTER TWENTY-FOURCHAPTER TWENTY-FIVECHAPTER TWENTY-SIXCHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENCHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTCHAPTER TWENTY-NINECHAPTER THIRTYCHAPTER THIRTY-ONEEPILOGUE CHAPTER ONENOLANI stalked through the dark alleys of Boston's Southie neighborhood, searching for any trace of my son Aiden. Southie had changed a lot in the last few years but parts of it were still rough. Holographic graffiti marred the crumbling smartbrick walls, depicting Irish tri-colored flags, shamrocks, and cryptic codes. The stench of stale synthetic Guinness, piss, and desperation filled the air.Southie was now a maze of narrow alleys lined with run-down solar-powered triple-deckers and crumbling climate-controlled brownstones housing too many souls living on basic income. During the day, these streets were filled with shouting fishmongers hawking their vat-grown catch and scrappy children playing some real-life VR simulator. But at night, a sinister underbelly emerged. Hooded figures conducted dark business in shadowy corners, running underground cryptocasinos, selling exotic drugs, or planning a digital heist.I knew every nook and cranny, every two-bit mobster and tech-savvy thief. And yet I was full of quiet desperation when none of my leads panned out. Now I was getting desperate."Where the fuck are you, Aiden?" I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible over the traffic.The phone call a hour ago had been strange, Aiden's voice choked with fear before the line went dead. My gut twisted in knots, knowing something was terribly wrong. I couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, and each passing second felt endless.My senses were on high alert, picking up every nuance: the distant sound of sirens, the rustling of rats scurrying in the shadows, and the faint scent of danger. But no sign of Aiden.My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I yanked it out, praying it was him. Instead, Caleb's name flashed on the screen."Tell me you found him," I demanded, my voice tense and urgent."Boss...I don't know how to say this," he hesitated, the pain in his voice unmistakable. "We found Aiden at the harbor. He's...he's dead."My heart dropped into my stomach, bile rising in my throat as the world spun around me. I stumbled against a wall, unable to comprehend what I'd just heard. My son—my only son—was gone. All those years I'd spent building this pack to pass to my heir, and now he was gone. And it was all my fault."Those fucking bastards," I growled, my voice thick with grief and rage, I could feel my bristling fur piercing through the skin as I gripped my phone to the point of cracking the screen. "They will die, Caleb. Every last one of them.""Boss...we don't know who did this yet," Caleb reminded me gently, always the level headed one. I didn’t mistake his attempts to keep me centered as a betrayal. I knew more than anyone that his loyalty to the Vice Kings and to me was unwavering."Find out who's responsible, Caleb," I ordered, my voice cracking as the weight of the loss threatened to crush me."Understood, Boss. Whoever did this will die," Caleb promised solemnly before hanging up.The moment I reached my car the realization of my son’s death hit me like a freight train, I slammed my fists against the steering wheel, feeling the cold leather dig into my knuckles. My whole body trembled with anger, every fiber screaming in pain. Aiden never deserved this - he was so much better than me, so full of life and good intentions. I had always told the boy he was too soft and needed to toughen up….dammit why couldn't it have been me instead?After taking a deep breath to steady myself, I started the engine and sped towards the harbor, not caring about the speed limits or the blurred cityscape that rushed past me.As I pulled up to the docks, I saw Panzer, Caleb, and other members of the Vice Kings gathered. They stood out amongst the eerie silence of the harbor. Even Panzer, our resident Joker-like character, had lost his usual menacing grin, replaced by a scowl that only emphasized the twisted figures tattooed across his skin."Where is he?" I growled, storming out of the car and barely managing to keep my emotions in check.Caleb nodded towards an area cordoned off by police tape, his eyes heavy with sorrow. "Over there, Boss."Without another word, I strode towards the scene, my steps fueled by equal parts dread and determination. The salty sea air stung my nostrils, but it couldn't mask the metallic scent of blood that hung heavily in the air. What I wouldn't give to go back in time right about now.The sight of Aiden's lifeless body lying on the cold, unforgiving ground was a punch to the gut that I never could have prepared for. A torrent of emotions — rage, heartache, and an unbearable sense of loss washed over me as I approached his naked body, my legs feeling weak with each step. His clothes were torn up nearby, which meant he shifted on the spot but it was too late. His body was covered in deep lacerations, his throat had been ripped out leaving a gasping hole. No ordinary wolf could have done this amount of