She Humiliated Me at School, So I Called My 108 Dads - The…

Sophie Maratti, raised by 108 feared adoptive fathers — werewolves, hitmen, tycoons, and surgeons — has spent her life hiding her identity to protect them. But when elite bully Madison Blake frames her for assault and demands her 'pathetic' parents beg for mercy, Sophie must choose: stay silent and be destroyed… or finally let the Wolves of Black Harbor roar.

Quick Info

• Platform: ShortMax
• Genre: Revenge, Comedy, Supernatural, School Drama, Family

Rooftop rain. A stumble. A phone vibrating like it’s about to explode.

Sophie Maratti wakes up staring at the infirmary ceiling — throat burning, ribs screaming. Before she can sit up, Madison Blake is already in the hallway, voice honeyed and sharp: “She tried to push me off the roof!”

Dean Harper stands beside her, clipboard in hand, smile tight. “You’re here on scholarship… you don’t even bow.”
He doesn’t want truth. He wants apology. He wants Sophie’s “pathetic parents” on speakerphone — now.

She Humiliated Me at School, So I Called My 108 Dads - Rooftop rain. A stumble. A phone vibrating like it’s about to explode.

But Sophie isn’t trembling.
She’s grinning.
Because when the dean says “Call your parents right now,” her pulse spikes — not from shame, but sheer, wild panic.

Vincent Morelli — alpha werewolf, knuckles still stained from last night’s patrol.
Elias Cross — defense attorney who wins trials by making judges forget their own names.
Cole Walker — trauma surgeon who sutures gunshot wounds before his first coffee.

That’s just the start.
Dad #21 sells arms.
Dad #35 runs the black market.
Dad #79 owns half the city’s entertainment district.

They love her.
They’d erase anyone who hurt her.
And none of them belong in a college dean’s office.

She Humiliated Me at School, So I Called My 108 Dads - Rooftop rain. A stumble. A phone vibrating like it’s about to explode.

She didn’t post selfies. She deleted them — just in case a dad’s face slipped into frame.

Sophie’s whole college life was silence: no tagged photos, no location check-ins, no stories from Black Harbor weekends — because every pixel was a risk. Every filter, a vulnerability.

She remembered being found as a newborn in the woods — cold, alone — until them: warm hands, low growls, no questions, only belonging.
She remembered Vincent walking out of a firefight mid-gunshot just to hold her while she cried over a scraped knee.

So when Dean Harper leaned in and said, “Call them. Now,” her voice cracked — not from fear, but from raw, unshakable protection.

“Just… please don’t call them.”

Madison heard weakness.
She sneered down the hall: “Who even are your people?”

Sophie opened her group chat.
Typed three words.
Hit send.

“Little Moon needs backup. Bring scarves.”

She Humiliated Me at School, So I Called My 108 Dads - She didn’t post selfies. She deleted them — just in case a dad’s face slipped into frame.

The 108 don’t storm campus. They arrive — in shifts, in hoodies, in lab coats, in leather jackets… all holding thermoses.

Dean Harper thought he held the power.
Then Vincent Morelli leaned over his shoulder, glanced at the expulsion letter, and murmured: “Miss Harper, get yourself a new car.”
Then paused — and quietly corrected the grammar on sentence two.

Madison expected chaos.
Instead, a neurosurgeon offered her chamomile tea.
A man in a charcoal scarf asked the nurse — politely — if the infirmary stocked gluten-free crackers.
A silver-haired tycoon handed the dean a check — not for damages, but to renovate the student lounge, “in honor of Sophie’s quiet excellence.”

No shouts. No threats.
Just presence.
All 108.
Not as enforcers.
As family.

So what happens when the dean realizes his “pathetic parents” ultimatum just got laughed off by men who’ve rewritten city charters before breakfast?
When Madison’s donor-family influence shrinks to nothing next to a pack that owns the power grid, the ports, and the police contracts?

And — most quietly, most dangerously —
What happens when Sophie realizes she’s the one they all wait for?
The one whose voice makes them still?
The one who isn’t the girl they saved…
But the girl who leads them now?

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