Novel & Cerita Dog Man Mothering Heights

Aunt Marie might be a human mate, but she is stronger than half the wolves in this house. "Did you see him? Was he there," Kohn asks as he comes striding in the room with a anxious-looking Paula trailing closely behind. Jannah jumps to her feet and walks straight to her mother. I watch as Jannah buries her face into her mom's hair. The height difference between the two is almost comical. How does Jannah not feel silly? I hug my mom, and I act like a small pup, but no one can see me. Jannah can literally carry her mom around with one hand. Why does Jannah act like her small human mother can provide any protection in public? Maybe it's not embarrassing for females to behave that way.

My mother always knows when I’m coming, probably that damn Ring camera she loves to pretend she doesn’t check every five seconds. The smell of fresh baked cookies hits me the moment I step in. It’s Sunday, so I already know she’s back from church, probably still wearing her heels while stirring something on the stove like she ain’t been on her feet since 7 a.m. And of course, the dogs come trotting down the hallway two big ass Great Danes. The most extra, ridiculous choice for a city woman, but that’s Sabrina for you. Ain’t too many Black women on the South Side walking around with dogs that look like mini horses, but my mom? She makes it work.

He stabbed my body again and again as if he was playing some kind of sick, perverted game where he wanted to beat his high score. Then, he looked at the camera and snarled poisonously, "Look at her, Melanie. This is your daughter. What do you feel? Pain?" He then cackled. "Oh, sorry, forgot that you don't care about her. You won't feel any pain. After all, Ms. Larson, you're a cruel and merciless artist. It's almost unbelievable you'd do that to your own daughter." The man mocked, "She begged and pleaded for your help, but you wouldn't even lift a finger for her. She wouldn't have to die if you'd shown up." He then bent my arm back into an unnatural angle, but his smile didn't falter.

At first glance, he’d pass as someone who’s been working with the Men in Black if they ever existed. He must be close to seven foot and he is boulder sized compared to my mother. What can a five-foot five woman do to stop that man from tearing her limb to limb? Out of nowhere, to my utter disbelief, Mom was calmed. From where I was, I could see her face. I have never seen that kind of expression on her face before. Ever. Once again, I stared at my colleagues in the car for any sign of the need to jump outside to help my mother.

I saw the pity and guilt reflecting in her eyes. "What are you talking about? What kind of mother are you to say something like that about your own child?" Mrs. Davis used her frail body to shield me as she tried to reason with Mom to make her back down. But Mom was never one to be reasoned with. Sneering, she gave me a cold glance that sent chills down my spine. As she raised her hand, Mrs. Davis still stood in front of me, perhaps unable to believe that Mom would resort to violence against her. But I knew better. Over the years, Mom had hit more women than I could count.

She clapped her hands, and dozens of men in construction uniforms emerged from the stairwell. As they approached me, they began unbuckling their worn belts. I tried to run, but the two men in black held me down firmly. Their sweaty and dirty hands reached for me, tearing off the buttons of my shirt in one swift motion. The lacey bra I had put on that day barely concealed my exposed body. "Don't touch me! My mom is Eleanor Heinrich. She won't let you get away with this!" I shouted loudly to warn them. The men hesitated for a moment, but Morrigan bellowed, "You're just an adopted dog. I, on the other hand, am Eleanor's birth daughter. Do you think she'd side with you over me?

Which was ironic, considering she was talking to a monster. "Woman," Valerius growled, though his eyes kept darting to the chocolate. "Do not speak to the Wolf King. I will eat you first." "You're not hungry for me," Mom said, standing up. She was a small woman, barely five-foot-four. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach up toward the towering werewolf. "You're just hungry. Low blood sugar makes boys cranky. Jack was the same way when he was six."

I watched the videos over and over, fury twisting in my chest. Each time, it felt like a boulder crushing me, leaving me gasping for air. The doctors and nurses who had cared for Yule were just as angry as I was. The first to speak out was the doctor who'd played Santa Claus for Yule. His face was red, his voice shaking as he stared into the camera. "Yule was allergic to dog fur! He was just trying to get away! How could such a sick, frail child even kick a dog?"

He was just as excited as I was. Downstairs stood who I assumed were mom and dad. Father was a very large wolf. He was bigger than Jacob and Jacob was at least twice the height as me. Father was an all-black wolf except for tiny tufts of white fur that tipped each ear. Mother was Just a little taller than me. Her fur was blond. I was snow white compared to her she was like a yellow blond. We all nudged our noses in greeting.

My mood must be written across my face. "I don't want your mate," my mother tells me gently. "I am just trying to help you move him into his room." I shake the confusion from my body and I help my mother lift Ward. Grabbing him under his shoulders my mother lifts him by his feet and we drag him into his bedroom. He is much heavier than he looks. I struggle to keep his back off the ground while my mother moves him with ease. I know that she is using her wolf to help lift his body.