Dog Man Mothering Heights Novels & Stories

"Allow me to introduce you to Dog." At nearly seven feet tall, the brute towers over even the largest Marines in the room, and his head nearly grazes the low ceiling. Next to the small, shy woman named Hines, the contrast is even more stark. Dog is dressed in a pair of black combat pants, boots, and a simple black T-shirt that clings to his wizened, wizened physique. Hanging from his neck on a thin chain is a pair of military ID tags. Its powerful forearms and neck are riddled with muscle and encircled by curved veins. His hair is cut close to his massive skull and his jaw is covered in a short but dense black beard.

"No…I really can't…" Daniel's voice grew colder, more impatient. He had even let out a laugh. "Oh, what a coincidence—fire breaks out right when we're helping Lifu find her lost dog? You seriously can't stand me caring for her, can you? She's like a sister to us. Her dog went missing, and she's in tears, but here you are, trying to out-pity her. You're disgusting." His voice was full of contempt. "If you're really dying, then go die somewhere else. Just don't bother me again."

I glanced at Nitah who had started going down a werewolf's crotch. Bringing my head back to Dina's mother's swollen and red face with those bloodshot eyes, by her reaction, it was quite obvious she had not noticed her daughter standing in between the hungry, hefty wolves. By one strike, I was certain Nitah would be a much better person, and run far away whenever the mention of 'man' fell into her ear.

It is hard to tell how deeply she feels the mate bond or if she does at all. Ruth snorts from beside me. “What do you want with my mangy mutt?” She asks her mother coolly. If it wasn’t for her fingers tightening in my grasp I would believe she wasn’t affected by her mother’s condition at all. She flings her long hair over her shoulder in feigned nonchalance. “He’s barely a good lay when his human is in control and slightly above average when he lets his beast to the surface.” She glances at her nails in boredom. “What could you possibly want with my little toy here?”

Dane almost started crying as he tried to control his heavy breaths, he could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. He stopped as he heard a heavy thud beside him. Dane looked at his mother on the stony ground who was looking very pale and disheveled. " Go on Dane, I can't do this anymore. Go on my child." She bent her heard making grunting sounds as she vomited on the ground. " Mama, please don't do this to me, I can't do this without you mum please." Dane said weeping bitterly as he tried to pull her up from the ground but his mother's frail hand continued to fall as he dragged her up.

The police officer later said that Mom confessed to everything. It turned out that Mom had a crush on Bryan early on. She drugged Bryan while on the vacation and screwed him. When Bryan’s parents found her doing, they furiously dragged her along to turn her in. In a fit of rage, Mom sought help to sabotage the brakes. According to the police officer, Bryan mentioned in his statement that Mom committed a follow-up murder. “A follow-up murder?” My blood ran cold. Apparently, Bryan told the cops that his mother hadn’t died in the car crash. Mom struck a tree branch into his mother’s abdomen, resulting in fatal blood loss.

Fingers that ended in sharp claws curled around the edges, and with a groan and screech of bending metal, the door was torn off its hinges. Dear sweet fucking lord. Dana almost wet herself in fear. A beast stood in the doorway, literally. Taller than the doorframe, he loomed, blocking out the light but not enough that she couldn't make out certain characteristics, such as the fact that he sprouted dark hair all over and sported pronounced canines and a muzzle. A wolf-man, or so it appeared, something she'd never seen or even heard of before. The beast moved closer, ducking to pass through the doorframe, and she pegged his height at close to seven feet. The hulking wolf-man snarled at the sig

“Anyways… nevermind, after all, you're just a dog.” It let out another groan and moved closer a bit. “Oh, you're doing this now right? How manipulating can you be? Your mother is out there in danger—” another groan came out so deep and it pushed itself over my leg, it's head lowering a bit. For one terrifying moment, I came to understand that he was also terrified.

"Do as I say. If the sky falls, I, the Don, will hold it up!" The bodyguard no longer dared to hesitate and turned to carry out the order. The high-ranking mobsters watching from the sidelines began to whisper, their voices impossible to suppress. "Helen really stepped on the Don's last nerve this time." "Everyone knows the Don's father died young and his Madre raised him and his sister alone. The Don values his Madre above all else. Who in the gang would dare to anger the old woman? Helen must be insane. You don't cross the Madre, especially not at a party in her honor."

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.