Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

Jenatrix cackled and snorted. Kevin kept his eyes closed while listening to the sound of heavy breathing on his face. The young man knew the heavy breathing came from his father’s corpse, and he could hear and feel the demon snapping its teeth in front of his lips. The young man slowly reached over to hold his mother’s hand when he could hear her softly weeping. Kevin wanted to be brave and protect his mother. He wanted to punch the corpse and knock it away from him and his mother, but he couldn’t do anything.

She always used to say that we’d be fine around the house, but there were many creatures lurking in the forest. Most of which wouldn’t hesitate to kill me. I believed her, even though I had never personally seen another soul around here, creature or not. I couldn't help my curiosity, and would always try to sneak away to the wishing well… unsuccessfully, I might add. My mother was around 5 and half feet tall and had long blonde hair to the middle of her back. Her facial features were soft and alluring, which matched her personality. She was always kind hearted, willing to help anyone who ever needed it. Always the first to offer her services. She had an athletic build, as most Wolves do, and

The dogs are also not responding to any one of us, they only lay on the porch while staring at the gate as if their parents will come through the gate. I stop the car in front of the mansion after passing through the security system. I get out of the car and walk towards the entrance of the mansion to see that Zeus and Tank are laying on the living room while staring at space. I get near them before running my hands through their fur but they don't respond to me. I release a sigh when I hear footsteps coming to the room. I turn around and see that Mama is staring there with a sad look on her face. I get near her before hugging her gently to my chest.

“Mother, you know this more than I do, the moon goddess won't give me another mate till he is gone.” “She would certainly not let you get married if you kill your mate,” I eyed. “Who gave you such wide thoughts?” “Mother,” she shouted. “Pamela,” I shouted back. “We are taking another person's life because you want to have a life.” “Mother, he is just a slave,” she shouted throwing the pillows to turn ground. “And he is someone's son, someone's brother, a friend, you need to start respecting people's life.” “Mother, who do you love more?” Sh blurted out.

My whole body went numb with rage when I heard their words! “She’s your mother too!” The entire crowd erupted in derisive laughter. “Has this woman lost her mind? Mrs. Roth is standing right here!” “Hilarious! First, her mom pretended to be Mrs. Roth. Now, she’s acting like she’s Miss Roth. Don’t these two have any shame?” Tarni looked at me with haughty disdain. “You poor thing. Did you never see your father growing up? “No wonder. Your mother’s a woman of loose morals. She doesn’t even know who your father is. That’s why she’s barking at my father like a mad dog!”

So she blew him a mental kiss, sent him a shaft of love through their mate bond, and waited to see what would happen next. Dayton watched the beautiful woman carefully, trying to judge if she was about to freak out at him for touching one of her children. Although pack mothers were notoriously protective of their young she didn't appear to be about to go for his throat, so he relaxed and allowed himself a moment to study her. She had long black hair, a shade lighter than Rayne's, and lovely green eyes. She was beautiful, if somewhat on the small side for his taste, standing only about five foot four. Regardless, she was a very attractive woman and her mate was clearly a very lucky man.

“Trust me, if I’d known you were here, I’d have stayed in the booth.” Emilia subtly digs her nails into the back of my hand. It’s gentle, a reminder. I exhale, try not to rise to it, and shift my focus to Mar — only to spot their dog, Mama, curled up on a plush bed in the corner like she owns the place. I snort. “It’s only been a few months. How is she twice the size already?” Mar’s voice is solemn. “Mama does not appreciate comments about her weight.” But his eyes are dancing with amusement.

My mother was the exact copy of Charlotte Richards from the Lucifer series, in short, she was a hot mess with a perfect body and a perfect height of 5’9. I, on the other hand, was her opposite. Her hair was smooth blonde and I was gifted with Raven Black hair, However, our height was equal. “Let me answer that.” My mate interrupted and stepped forward, folding the sleeves of his bathrobe, showing off his muscled forearms, and making me wonder what he would tell my mother. That I tried to kill him or that we fucked and both. “So, this, your daughter, whom you never told me about, barged into this chamber, let alone she had put a silver dagger on my throat and was about to kill me but then…”My

Though he couldn't allow Gabby's mate to do that, when he found his mate that was. Seeing the she-wolf in the light of the day his men weren't wrong, she was indeed a tiny she-wolf, their estimate of their height was off though, those boots of hers added a good two inches of height to her small frame, she couldn't be more than 5"6'. He was going to tower over the top of her when they came face to face, she would fear him instantly. He smiled to himself, he was 6"10' and muscled to the hilt, his shoulders so wide he only just fit through a standard sized door way.

I took off at a run for home, not caring what they thought, what my teachers would think, wanting to get to my mother. How did the traitor get to her? She was the most powerful witch around. I figured out this 'whoever' was also able to cut through her wards, to hide from her in plain sight. I was even more afraid. The traitor was stronger than my mother. I was so lost in thought, letting my body run, turning my realizations over and over I almost missed the huge black dog that leapt out of the end of a driveway and into my path. I managed to skid to a halt out of reach of the shaggy, snarling giant. I checked around for help but we were alone. I tried going around him, making 'good doggie'