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His Pretty Little Pup
Last Updated : 2025-12-08
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His Pretty Little Pup He took her innocence. They stole her child. Now she’s back—to reclaim it all. At nineteen, Elara returns from the Academy—stronger, bolder, and still nursing a secret crush on the Alpha she was never meant to have. One stolen night with Alpha Caelan shatters everything. He calls it a mistake. She calls it betrayal. And when she finds herself pregnant, her family sends her away in disgrace. Told her baby didn’t survive, Elara disappears… until now. Five years later, she’s back—colder, sharper, and burning for answers. She’s no longer the Beta’s obedient daughter. She’s a storm cloaked in secrets—and she’s about to uncover the biggest one of all: her daughter is alive. But so is the bond between her and Caelan. Now the Alpha who once tossed her aside is locked in a political mating with the cold but powerful Luna Seraphina. Duty demands he stay loyal. But desire? Desire never died. Tangled in betrayal, secrets, and a passion neither can deny, Elara and Caelan must navigate a dangerous path—where love means risking it all, and the truth could bring an entire pack to its knees. She was once his pretty little pup. Now, she might be his ruin… or his redemption.
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His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine — A Plan to RunElara’s POVSilence became my most useful instrument.When the house slept and the moon poured like cold water across the floorboards, I moved. I learned the hours of creak and quiet, the gap between the cook’s closing footsteps and the guard’s last round, the cadence of voices that meant doors would be opened and slammed again. I learned where sound traveled and where it died in the stone, where my breaths could hide among the rafters and where they would shout like trumpets.At first my plotting felt like childish rebellion—a small, defiant thing against a house that had become a tomb. But repetition turned it into something steadier, a map of possibilities sketched in the margins of my days. In the morning, I performed the role they forced on me: ate the bitter tea, chewed the mint until my mouth bled, kept my face composed, answered only when spoken to. Then I waited until the shadows lengthened and I could move.The small things mattered most.
Last Updated : 2025-12-08His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty-Eight — A Prison of Family Elara’s POVThe lock slid home with a metallic scrape that rattled straight through my ribs. I stood in the center of my chamber, staring at the door, half-expecting it to swing back open—that Gareth had only meant to frighten me, that Carlene would think better of this confinement. But the silence that followed was heavy, settled, final.I was caged.The room felt smaller already. My chamber had never been large, but in those first moments after the bolt fell, the air itself seemed to thicken, pressing against my lungs. I turned in a slow circle, taking in the shuttered window, the stripped table, the bundles of herbs Carlene had left hanging from the beams. Pennyroyal. Feverfew. Sage. Their smells bled together into something sharp and bitter, a constant reminder of what they wanted—of what they feared.It wasn’t as though they hadn’t known. They had known for weeks.The memory clawed its way back: the night Carlene found me hunched by the
Last Updated : 2025-12-08His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Seven
Chapter Twenty-Seven — The Hidden Shame Elara’s POVThe sickness had been with me for weeks, shadowing me since that first missed cycle, since the slow bloom of nausea that rose like a tide each dawn. We had spoken of it already—my mother, my father, and I—though spoken was too soft a word. It had been forced out of me one terrible night, when Carlene caught me retching by the well and Gareth smelled what no father ever wishes to smell on his daughter: the clinging trace of another man’s seed shaping itself into life.Since then, the knowledge sat like a stone in our house. Heavy. Unmovable. Not denied, but not embraced either. We lived around it the way villagers skirt a burned-out ruin: pretending it was nothing more than a scar in the landscape, pretending it had not once been a home.But in these last days, the stone grew heavier. The sickness worsened until it ruled me. Food turned against me, the mere scent of roasted meat curdling my stomach. Even bread—once safe, simple—taste
Last Updated : 2025-12-08His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty-Six — The Stone WallElara’s POVI told myself I would not go back.I told myself a thousand things on the walk to the pack grounds: that I was done with aching, with begging, with being a secret that tasted like ash. I rehearsed commands I would give him, words that would make him look at me — not with hunger, but with the raw, naked shame he deserved. I imagined tearing him open with my voice until whatever brittle armor he wore fell away.But my feet betrayed me. The path to the hollow where the pack gathered was a river of memories and every step sucked me under.The grounds smelled of sweat and damp fur and woodsmoke — the clean, honest scents of our world. It should have steadied me. Instead, it made the ache in my chest louder, because here the world still moved, unmoved by my ruin. Men argued quietly by the training posts. Children chased each other between the wagons, laughter sharp and ignorant. The pack was awake, alive. I felt obscene, an intruder in my own
Last Updated : 2025-12-08His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty-Five: Ashes of MorningElara’s POVI moved through the world like smoke. Thin, weightless, fading.My body still ached from him—every step a reminder, every breath threaded with his scent that clung to my skin no matter how I rubbed at it. I’d begged him not to leave, given him all o
His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty-Four: The Breaking PointCaelan’s POVThe taste of her still burned on my tongue—wild, intoxicating, ruinous. She was trembling against the shed wall, cloak askew, breath ragged, eyes glazed with shock and release. I should have stopped there. Should have let her catch her breath, le
His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Three
Chapter Twenty-Three: Hunger & Hollow PromisesElara’s POVMorning light spilled through the warped shutters of the inn, pale gold painting Caelan’s features where he slept beside me. His arm was heavy around my waist, his breath steady against my hair. For a heartbeat, I let myself believe it—that
His Pretty Little Pup Chapter Twenty Two
Chapter Twenty-Two: Moonlit DevotionElara’s POVThe fire in the hearth had burned low, casting more shadow than light, but the heat between us only grew. My body still trembled from the storm he had unleashed in me, yet Caelan hovered close, eyes fierce, as though I hadn’t given him enough—hadn’t
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