Life Of Pets Max Novels & Stories

he pulled my hands so that I stood up, where he then gently shoved me in the direction of my closet, “the wedding is in less than a month, you want to look your best, don’t you?” Right, ‘She needs to be healthier for the best chance at producing the strongest pups,’ his father had said a few years ago when Trent turned of age. I let out a small sigh as I watched Trent’s reactions in my peripheral to pick out which workout gear I was wearing today. I mean, sure, I liked sweets - candy… I loved candy, and I MAY have a little softness to me, but it’s not like I had the help of my wolf’s metabolism yet. Frick on a stick I would kill for some jelly beans.

She finds herself somehow drawn into a pet store, and right in the corner, past all of the cute puppies and kittens, she somehow picks the "overgrown husky" There begins the most beautiful relationship and she can't explain why she's so attached to this animal. It's the biggest most terrifying dog she's ever seen in her life, but to her it's nothing but a gentle giant. It's only a matter of time before a handsome stranger comes knocking on her doorstep, saying the most absurd things and her life is never the same. There's no running after that...she can never get away from this

"Get lost. And don't forget to prepare the money. Max is a purebred Mastiff. With your pathetic salary, it'll take years to pay me back." I ignored her and walked out of the campsite. The sky was darkening—the mountain wind cut like daggers, chilling me to the bone. I didn't go far. Instead, I stopped at a sheltered spot not far from the campsite, high enough to overlook the entire site. I sat on a rock, wiping the blood from my hand. The wound still hurt. But after what I suffered in my last life, the pain only sharpened my patience. Lights flickered on in the camp. Melissa sat by the fire, laughing as Greg handed her a piece of roasted meat. She laughed and smiled, looking nothing like som

But when the Silver Fang Elders cleared out the Alpha's manor, they found something — the document Kael had folded and kept on his person, never discarded: Ash's death certificate. On the back, in Kael's handwriting, was a single line: "Ash, Daddy is sorry." The Elder sent the document to me. I sat with that piece of paper through the night. The next morning, I contacted the Pup Protection Funds of both Moon Shadow and Silver Fang Packs. I donated everything Kael had left behind — the rights to the Alpha's manor, his personal share of the pack treasury, every asset that could be converted — all of it designated for the rescue and care of pups born with defects.

His eyes dropped to the gesture and filled with fire. “For every month that you're my pet, your mother's hospital bills will be paid. If I'm still pleased with you after five months, I'll arrange a permanent payment plan for her.” Nothing felt better in that moment; sucking the devil's cock and getting the help I needed for my mother.

"Aww, he's so cute. I always wanted to have a pet, but after Ethan's dog died, he never allowed me to have one. Heartless." Ryder chuckled. "Well, Max likes you. Normally, he doesn't get along with anyone easily, so you can take care of him. By the way, that's why I came here. I just came back last night, and my brother is sending me again for some business. This time, he's sending me out of the country, and there's no one to take care of Max. He's bitten his last three caretakers, so...will you take care of him?"

Tell me more. Marco hesitated, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. "Her mother died mysteriously when she was 13, my lord. Her dad's company went bankrupt, and now he's a gambling addict... and her younger sister is in high school." The baron's gaze turned glacial, his face a mask of cold calculation. "And what about her father's job prospects?" Marco's voice was barely above a whisper. "He's looking for a job to keep him away from gambling, my lord. We've offered him a driving job... under our... 'guidance'."

“And what about the four-boyfriend thing? How does that even work?” Nobody answered. Interesting. “You don’t know either!” Jeremy raised his hand. “In our defense, we weren’t expecting this.” “You weren’t expecting it? I came here to nanny your little sister! I thought Ethan had a drug problem, Maximus was a genetically questionable dog, and now apparently I have four supernatural boyfriends and an evil grandmother trying to open another dimension.” “Wolf,” Ethan said. “What?” “Maximus is a wolf.” I stared at him. He smiled.

Max turns away from me, but not before I see the sadness that took over her face. "I already found my mate." "That is amazing. When can I meet him?" Max turns back to me and I see the tears stains on her face. "That won't be possible. He died along time ago." I look at her stunned. "What happened?" "I was one of the lucky ones. We were in the same pack so when I turned 16 we wound each other. We marked each other but decided to wait to mate. Life however was so cruel that it took him away from me 6 months later. He died while trying to help someone else on the side of the road. A car ran him over. His injuries were so horrific that his wolf could not heal him." Max breaks down and cry.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”