Mighty Pup Marshall Novels & Stories

{EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD} “And you…” Marshall ranted. “You couldn't find her? She's just a fucking weak female.” He shouted before he shot one of his associates who stood a few metres away from him in the head. Marshall had an outburst after he clearly instructed his men to kidnap Brinda however they couldn't. He wanted to use her as a pawn to get Francesco to subject to his clutches. “And you?” Marshall turned sharply to the other man. The man shook his head and stretched his arms to Marshall, pleading. “You deserve death.” Marshall predicted before he shot the man in the head too. The man let out a loud cry before he dropped dead.

Using his Royal command, Maddox spoke in an earnest tone, his silky deep voice reverberated the hall. “I, Alpha Maddox Miller, hereby adopt my Erasthai’s son, Alpha Marcel, as my own. From now on, he will be addressed as Marcel Miller.” What? The happiness of reaching the finish line after running a long marathon enveloped me as I raised my head and looked at my mate. His affectionate gaze swayed my heart, making me feel like the luckiest woman alive on earth. His sincere smile was a promise that nothing would be wrong in my life ever again.

his voice faltered, as his head fell into his hands. I hated seeing my friend struggling, but it was time he saw that his son was far from the idol everyone had been treating him as for far too long. Even I had been guilty of that. “Marshall, we need to deal with him. Ellis needs to be made Alpha, and soon. Show Miles there is no going back. You know it is time for you to step back now. We are both ready for that. Ellis is more than a capable heir to your role.” Marshall’s eyes met mine, and he nodded slowly. “I know.” He chewed his lower lip anxiously. “Send our warriors out to search for him, and call our allies for support too. Miles needs to be found.”

I lowered my head to take a look at the broken teacup, saying, "I will handle it well." After saying that, I turned around and went downstairs directly, leaving Justin trembling with anger. "Marsh!" Moira chased after a few steps. She sighed and turned back to Justin, saying, "Dad, the paparazzi always exaggerate. After all, Marsh is the Alpha of our pack. He knows his limits!" Justin became even angrier when he heard this, and he shouted, "Limits! If he did know about the dos and don'ts, he wouldn't have let things escalate to that extent with Olivia!"

They mainly ran our main house, but they were also in charge of the other locations staffing. Chase and Bjorn were the last pair sitting near Marcellus. Marcellus had earned my trust. He assisted us with strengthening our defenses, even after learning I killed his father. He young man had a good heart; he was just taught to hate. His eye was almost healed, you could still see the pale bruise around it. He was sucker punched in training. One of the 17-year-old wolves thought he was being funny. I made him follow Marcellus around in a pink tutu with a pair of spanks on for 48 hours.

When the time comes, I’ll let you do it. “First we have to catch him.” Marcus is a big wolf. Strong. And sneaky. But I’m stronger, and I have fourteen warriors at my back. The moment he climbs out of the pond, we charge right at him. He notices us just a moment too late, but to my surprise, he doesn’t run away. He turns and faces me.

Marry me! A slim, slender, and short girl asks him to marry her!? What the F just happened then? She has a lot of guts, doesn't she recognize him? Xavier Jay Acceturo was sitting on a bar stool in front of the bar counter in The Bros PUB. When suddenly a girl knelt before him and asked him to marry her?! Not so fast young lady! Leave... You're not insane, are you? You... you're not my type!

Without noticing it, Vermont continued, "I went to the law firm to give him something before I came to you today. Marshall was hit on the head with a teacup by his grandpa. The injury is at the corner of his left forehead and is at least three centimeters long. Mr. Frederick Moore must be in his eighties. Why can't he control himself from attacking others? Marshall is no longer a child. How could he hurt Marshall's face this way?" Keegan was taken aback for a moment. He asked, "How is he?" "What can he do? What a poor kid. Marshall is the most obedient one among us, right? So why is Mr. Moore still dissatisfied? He was punished by standing when he was a few minutes late coming home during hi

After a pause, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. “What are you doing?” His voice is a growl. “Shifting so I can go back. Since Nathan lives in town, I thought I would—” The next moment I’m back on the mattress, wondering how the hell Marshall got from the door and back to me that fast. His face is a snarl of fury. “You’re not going anywhere near him,” he growls. “Mine. You’re only mine.” I should be afraid because Marshall is one of the most dominant wolves in the pack, and he’s snarling at me…

?” Travis asked, and it struck me that he hated to ask the question. There was something about Marshal’s quiet, snug cottage that had made us all a little protective, I thought. “You think he had something to do with that?” Mavis thought for a minute. “No, certainly not.” I felt relief and frustration in equal measure. Who was this man, after all? “Oh?” Travis asked. She shrugged and looked at the kettle. The water was heating up on schedule. “Kidnapping? Murder? None of that sounds like the little Marsh I knew.” “That’s the second time you’ve called him ‘little,’” Travis said. “But he was of medium height and weight.” Mavis waved a hand. “He was so quiet, timid, really. He was half-wolf, yo