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Alpha Kingston asked and held her hand. "No" Phoebe shook her head addressed her temple on his shoulder. "Neither have I, people get to name their wolves but I haven't found a specific name for him" Alpha Kingston said truthfully. "You should name him Alexander, it means defender" Phoebe smiled and placed her chin on his shoulder. "I love the name, you should name yours Pearl, beautiful and precious" Alpha Kingston said and Phoebe loved the name. "I love it," Phoebe smiled. "Pearl" she said and her wolf squealed.

“That’s your dog,” I say, my fingers pressed against my temple as the puppy whines in the back seat. The boys fuss over him, fighting over names. “We are going to call him Lucky,” says Alvin. “No. Slug!,” says Ian, laughing. “You are not naming him Slug,” I say, angry, twisting to glare at the boys. “He has to live his whole life with that name.” “If it’s my dog,” Victor says, smirking, “Then why do you care?”

“Come on, Mal. You don’t want to give him a wimpy name. What would the other dogs say? You have to give him a tough name.” I snort in reply. I definitely didn’t expect to wake up this morning and have a conversation with Logan about naming my dog. “How about I name him Ace? That sounds like a name you guys would give each other.” Logan’s laughter rings through the receiver. “Ace? I like it. I think Jaxon will like it too. I guess Ace it is.” “Thanks, Logan. Not just for the puppy, but for being such a great friend. Jaxon is very fortunate to have you.” I mutter.

Ryan asks quietly, though I doubt shouting would wake this dead-to-the-world puppy. I look up at him and smile. "Yes. It was a very good surprise. Thank you." Ryan looks away and a smile graces his lips. "I thought you didn't want a dog, though." He is quiet for a moment, looking at his hands. "I thought a dog might be good for you," he says finally. "Maybe for me too." Ryan reaches into the box and pulls out a book titled Your Samoyed and You. He opens the book and begins to read silently. My eyes widen at the picture of a large, fluffy white dog on the front.

Maybe I had to follow her path but first, I had to figure out what book this might be. “Hey,” I called the wolf in my head, “what is the Alpha’s name?” I asked because the male protagonist was always an Alpha. Always. “Liam,” she responded and I could not pretend to be surprised. It was the most common name for Alphas in werewolf romances. Liam, Lucas, names like that. The abused omega mates were named Lily or Aria or even after the goddess Selene – like me. The plots were similar, the names uncreative so how would I figure out which book this was? All of them blurred into one in my head!

“Beautiful dog. What's his name?” She gives a gentle tug of his leash and he stops walking, planting his fuzzy bottom on the ground and staring up at me with a smile while his tongue hangs out of one side of his mouth. “Her name is Goldie. I know, it's not original.” From the way she says the words, I imagine she has to defend her choice very often to strangers. “I think Goldie is a beautiful name for a golden retriever.” I glance down at the dog. “Hi, Goldie!” Her tail starts thumping on the sidewalk and her owner smiles even wider.

She’d heard Dali speak about the person countless times. “I thought the same too.” Anna squatted. “So your name is Rain?” She pushed a finger at his forehead. “You can’t even nod?” The dog brought its pink tongue out, the sound of its breath annoying to her. “Well, since you’ll be staying in my house, we better get some things straight and change that name of yours. It’s hella disgusting, you know that too, right?” Mariam asked, “You want to change its name?” “To something better. From today, your name is Pookie, you hear me? Pookie, that’ll be your name on your stay here. It’s cuter and suits your chubby and cute statue.” The white chubby puppy wagged its tail at her as if understanding her

I ask when we stroll over the kennels. “No.” “You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.” “What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me. When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.” I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”

Gaia sighed, shaking her head and looking to Ashley for support. “Nope,” she replied, popping the “p” for emphasis, as they continued to listen to their mate’s “ideas”. “--- Persephone, Pep for short! And if it’s a boy he’ll be Cerberus! I always liked that name AND, it’s a cool dog,” the alpha continued, pretending to be blissfully unaware of his surroundings. “We could call the den Hades and since the pack is already the Tartarus Pack it’s only befitting that---”

I pointed out, still confused. “I’m getting old here—just start already!” she said, clearly amused. I was slowly catching on. “Oh. Well—hi, everyone! These duckies—oh—sorry, I mean swans—their names are…” I hesitated, glancing at Walda. “Walda, what are their names again?” “Rosalind and Edmund,” she said matter-of-factly. “That sounds about right! Yep, Rosalind and Edmund! And, uh… this dog—this horse-dog—is… uh…” I trailed off, feeling completely lost.