Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

Their mother’s mental disability had grown more unpredictable over the years, bringing moments of confusion, paranoia, and agitation that could spiral without warning. “No, Mom! No,” Elena said quickly, forcing a light tone. “I’m just looking for a dog to tie up outside. The neighbors’ dogs are so noisy tonight.” Eloise stepped in smoothly, her voice gentle and reassuring. “We saw a dog earlier, Mom. That’s why Elena is holding the leash.” Their mother’s expression shifted from suspicion to mild interest. She glanced toward the open doorway and pointed outside. “Ah, is that so? Go find it then!”

Ten minutes later After running into my mother's house while still in fox form, I laid down on the floor. She appeared to be looking at me through her glasses as if I had just interrupted a private moment between her and the book that she was currently carrying in her hand. Her jet-black hair framed her face like it was in love with the form. Her emerald eyes were looking at me in a perplexed manner. Her grin was like a treacherous ascent that any climber would be afraid of. She then peered down at me from her height of 5 feet and 5 inches. “Are you going to shift back and great your mother like a normal person would, or are you going to lay there all night?” The annoyance in her voice was o

Denver let out a chuckle "Your species think too highly of themselves. Wolves are nothing but weak dogs," Denver stated. His jaw ticked with ire. "You haven't met a real wolf then," he kept his voice calm but not without spite. Denver smiled darkly. A strange glint in his eyes as he stared at the man in front him. "Are you sure? Your mom was quite a fighter. She fought tooth and claws until I tear her into pieces," there was a nostalgic smile on his face as he disclosed rather amused.

said the tallest with a chuckle. Seeing Eamon’s discomfort, North stepped forward to protest, but the stepmother reacted first. She cuffed the man, who was at least a foot taller than her, on the back of the head in a none-too-gentle fashion. He actually bent down to receive the smack and looked not at all contrite as she blasted him with harsh words.

I snapped. “I asked you a question” he growled, pushing against the hold of his mother. “She is screaming, in pain. Why are you not comforting her?” I demanded, my own growl filtering through. Gunner gripped his mother’s hand and forcefully removed it from his chest. In two large steps he came to stand in front of me. His chest was pushed out and only millimeters from pressing against me. I stood tall but he was a few inches taller. He tried to assert his Alpha dominance, I could feel it bouncing off my immune skin. Elaine flinched from beside me, her head lowering ever so slightly. Romeá whimpered from behind her son, feeling the full effect of her Alpha’s dominance.

His grip was hard, and Mommy went pale and couldn’t get a word out. It must have hurt so much. His face was vicious, but the corner of his mouth was smiling. “Let me guess. You’re the one who taught Isa to keep her distance from Benita.” “What kind of person uses her own child as a weapon?” Mommy’s chest was heaving, and the color rushed back into her face, angry and red. Auntie Benita held the puppy out to me again. Was Daddy squeezing Mommy because I wouldn’t take the puppy?

She wanted the mall. “Just once,” she had pleaded that morning, leaning against the kitchen counter while her mother flipped pancakes. “Just one trip. He’s trained. You know he’s trained. He sits, he stays, he heels. He’s better than half the dogs dragging their owners down the street.” Her father folded his newspaper, peering at her over the rim of his glasses. “He’s also three-headed.” “So? That makes him better. Built-in security system.” Ellie smirked. “He’s like three dogs for the price of one leash.”

“I am so sorry, but I have to go. My neighbor just texted me saying my dog is barking non-stop, I need to get back to check on him” “I thought your apartment was soundproof” His mother intervened. “It is, so he must be barking really loud” Not even a child would buy that one, but a child wasn't restrained by the rules of diplomatic behavior. Calling him out on his bullshit would show a complete lack of social decorum. He moved away from the group just in time to hear his mother's last charming remark. “I don't know why he keeps that humongous dog” Chris rushed upstairs to get the prized possessions of the fugitive, wanting to get it done quickly so he could head home. His dog might not be b

“Nope. Dog stays on the floor. Till he’s house-trained and bigger.’ She swiped at the bed covers as she carried on in her nasal, commanding tone. ’Boss’ s orders.’ Magnus, still smarting from his mother’s put down of his beloved father, retorted, with a sneer, ’So the great Don has rules for the dogs in his house as well?’ Maja rounded on him, face flaming, preparing to give him a sharp rap on his knuckles for his rudeness. But the old woman slowly turned to look at him. Her small eyes, deep-set in the plump, weathered face, were cold and full of dislike. “Looks like you ain’t never got a fist in your mouth, boy.’ And she stalked off, picking up the pup as she left, muttering something about

Would I be scolded? I tried to pull away, but before I could, the pup’s mother, a tall woman with striking silver hair, hurried over. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice a soft, worried melody. “She’s too energetic sometimes.” I forced myself to steady my breath, “It’s fine,” I managed, trying to sound less rattled than I felt. “She’s fine.” The woman eyed me carefully, sensing something in my tone, but didn’t question it. She gave me a respectful nod before guiding her pup back to the others.