What Breed Was Grogan'S Dog In The Book?

“You’re mine, little puppy,” Kylan growled against my neck. “Soon enough, you’ll be begging for me. And when you do—I’ll use you as I see fit, and then I’ll reject you.” — When Violet Hastings begins her freshman year at Starlight Shifters Academy, she only wants two things—honor her mother’s legacy by becoming a skilled healer for her pack and get through the academy without anyone calling her a freak for her strange eye condition. Things take a dramatic turn when she discovers that Kylan, the arrogant heir to the Lycan throne who has made her life miserable from the moment they met, is her mate. Kylan, known for his cold personality and cruel ways, is far from thrilled. He refuses to accept Violet as his mate, yet he doesn’t want to reject her either. Instead, he sees her as his puppy, and is determined to make her life even more of a living hell. As if dealing with Kylan’s torment isn’t enough, Violet begins to uncover secrets about her past that change everything she thought she knew. Where does she truly come from? What is the secret behind her eyes? And has her whole life been a lie?

On our son's birthday, a few aggressive and fierce dogs have suddenly barged into our home for no reason. But my wife, Jacinda Redmont, is quick to order for all doors and windows to be closed. "Our son's still in there! Hurry up and open the door!" I quickly stop Jacinda, only to get slapped in return. That's when I notice hatred and disgust written all over her face. "You weren't alarmed in the slightest when Benny suffered from a fright yesterday, and yet you claim that you'll treat both children fairly! You're filled with nothing but lies, Vincent Fuller! "Since you're that selfish, I'll personally teach you a lesson in fairness and just!" It turns out that Jacinda is exacting vengeance on her bastard son's behalf. Yesterday, her first love, Jaden Sutton, and his son, Benson Sutton, returned to the country without a warning. The dog that I've reared for five years did nothing but bark at them a few times, only for Jacinda to order her men to beat it. "By the way, Benny shall be the one replacing Timmy in the birthday banquet. We should use this opportunity to announce his status publicly." As I gaze at the heavily bandaged child in the ward as well as the hint of provocation in Jaden's eyes, I can't help but laugh. What makes them think that my son, Timothy Fuller, is the one who got injured by the dogs?

Condemned by her pack and murdered by her own blood, Zoe Aukland awakens in her younger body — gifted a second chance by the Moon Goddess. But with every change she makes, pieces of the memories she depends on are erased. She falls for Jayden Cross, her destined mate, but learns a devastating truth: he is also the Bloodhound, a merciless wolf-killer. Loving him could mean repeating the same destruction that claimed her before. Zoe must outwit fate, destiny, love, and wolf politics … or lose everything, forever.

Ceo's Dog Twenty days ago, Danny was a global rockstar, worshipped by millions under the blinding neon lights. He thought he was untouchable. But behind the glamour, his sanity was fracturing from severe panic attacks. In a fit of blind rage and despair, he wrecked a private gallery, destroying priceless, irreplaceable artifacts. Enter Cassian—the cold, ruthless, and elite CEO of Paris’s greatest auction house. Cassian doesn't care about rockstars; he only cares about assets and debts. And Danny now owes him a fortune he cannot pay. Driven into a corner by a 50-million-dollar penalty and immense damages, the proud idol is stripped of his fame and forced into absolute submission. To pay off his debt, Danny must leave the stage behind and enter Cassian's dark world. He was a god to his fans, but to Cassian, he is just a dog bound to a leash. Can a broken idol survive the cruel whims of a merciless master, or will he end up loving the very chains that bind him?

On Christmas Eve, my six-year-old, Yule, was dying from cancer, and all he wanted was a gift from his dad dressed as Santa. I called Peter, my husband, begging him to come. His reply? "Can you stop blowing up my phone? I don't have time for this! I'm helping Tracey find Puffy. Do you know how upset she is?" Oh, Tracey. His first love. And Puffy? Her dog. I told him Yule might not make it through the night. His response? A straight-up dagger: "Don't act like this isn't your fault, Freya. If Yule hadn't kicked Puffy, none of this would've happened. Tomorrow, make sure he apologizes to Tracey." Then he hung up. That night, I sat with Yule, crying as I helped him celebrate his last Christmas. By morning, Peter's social medias were still full of posts about that freaking dog. Mine? Yule's obituary. Ten years of marriage, gone.

At my lowest point that year, I took a job at a pet shop, where I was assigned to take care of a "gentle-tempered" silver-white Alaskan Malamute. Every time I went near him, he would lift his head and bury his nose against my chest, breathing in low, rough sounds that felt disturbingly like a grown man holding himself back. Especially when my hand brushed through his beautiful fur, his body would heat up, and his eyes would darken and burn with unmistakable possessiveness. Thinking he was sick, I rushed to find the shop owner. The owner gave me a long, meaningful glance. "He's not sick. But he only acts like this with you. "You need to bathe him, give him a full-body massage, and try giving him a little kiss. Otherwise, he might lose control." I had my doubts about the whole thing, but I didn't really have a choice. I went along with it anyway. Eventually, I told the friend who had gotten me this job everything that had been happening. After she heard me out, she went quiet for a second. Then, she looked at me strangely and said, "Have you ever thought that maybe you're not looking after a dog at all? What if he's actually a werewolf who can take human form, and he's in heat, using pheromones to mess with you because he wants to… You know, sleep with you?"