Moto Pups: Pups Vs The Ruff Ruff Pack Novels & Stories

And why is it that Moon Lake pretty much forces its low-ranking pups to go to the Academy, as well as pups from Moon Lake, Salt Mountain, and North Border, but they leave the Last Pack alone? Are they really as uneducated as everyone says? When we played “Last Pack” as pups, we’d always grunt and speak in monosyllables. Where did we get that idea? Justus is just as articulate as any Quarry Pack male. Maybe more so, honestly. We were probably imitating our own males with the grunts. I’m still terrified—about ferals and his pack and what if something happens to him and I’m left alone—but for the first time in maybe forever, I’m also curious.

The pups are so ecstatic to see the Luna", the caretaker found herself with the same kind of ecstasy. Laureffaine gave her a warm smile. This was really it for her, a Luna just had to have a good relationship with everyone in her Pack, most especially the pups. Lupus gently squeezed his mate's hand as they walked inside. "Luna", the pups chorus as they run to hug Laureffaine. Laureffaine couldn't believe she had these little angels waiting for her, just to see her. This ought to be one of the best feelings she's had in years. She bent down a little to match their height. A soft gasp left her lips as she got a little startled with the hug they gave her. She had to get used to it. They were ju

Heather had somehow covered her bases and would probably give birth to pups who belonged to both her mates in one go. Jules sat with Heather, as her pup wasn’t leaving the blanket yet. She wasn’t ready to crawl or walk yet. Lukas and Jonathon Rose’s two loved their friends, and that included the newcomer, little Jasmine. Jules wanted to keep the pack naming the female pups after plants. She’d been stuck for ages between Jasmine and Rowan. Mikey would join them later once he’d finished programming some part of a new security system. They had a client that was demanding it. Something about an angry vampire wanting to take revenge or something.

As we emerged from the shelter of the Pack House we were greeted by several pack members and even some of the pups. “Ceddy! Ceddy!” A young pup, by the name of Grant, and about the age of four came running up, wrapping his arms around my legs. “Well hello to you too, Grant.” I scooped him up into my arms, “Have you been behaving while I was gone?” “Yes! I protected Mama from da monsters!” “Monsters? What kind of monsters?” “Dust Bwundies.” “Oh my. Did you have to venture into the dark shadow lands of Underus Bedius?”

We had a huge bouncy house, pony rides, magic, even dragon rides courtesy of Dragus and some members from his thrall. Food stands, face painting. You name it; we had it. Even the Alpha team came with their pregnant Luna’s, but as always Lucius decided it would be funny to bring Nerf guns for all the pups and so the pups went to war against the adults. I sat it out. But I had Mal participate on our behalf. It was a brilliant day. Even though the adults lost miserably to the pups only because Helios and Xander joined the pup’s side.

"The Alpha of the Black Stone Pack is only available today." "But I feel sick…" "You are my Luna," he interrupted. "The pack's needs come first, Elena. Before your feelings, before anyone's." A chill ran down my spine. This was not the same man who had so tenderly bandaged my ankle last night. "Fine," I said, all energy to argue gone. "I'll get dressed." An hour later, Marcus's convoy was waiting in the driveway. Three black, armored SUVs, each manned by our pack's most elite warriors.

I keep looking forward; I must keep moving forward. We are greeted with a paralyzing scene. I see wolves I've never seen before. They have all the Omegas and pups corralled in the corner. They have silver weapons, and the Omegas are trying to shield the pups. The worst part was in the middle of the room, huddled together are the ranked pups, and the wolf who is hoovering over them is none other than Tate Cozad.

The three of them hurried to stand in line. Wolves filled the wide staircase, their steps echoing against marble. Pack cheers erupted around them. They trained their eyes to the floor as the future Alphas descended with effortless arrogance in their military uniforms, some raising their medals or discharge certificates. The pack cheers got rowdier. Elara’s gaze stayed down till she felt a prickle at the back of her neck, the weight of someone’s eyes tracing her. Who… She risked a glance, quick as a heartbeat, and her eyes clashed with a vivid, glaring gray.

I wrinkled my nose. “So that’s settled. The boys will be Rufio, Tootles, and Pockets.” Clay nodded as the name selection ended. I sighed and started taking pictures of the puppies and the happy dog family before Clay pulled me into his lap. “It’s okay,” Clay whispered as he hugged me to his chest with one arm while he wiped away tears I didn’t even realize I was shedding. “I... I don’t know why I’m crying.” I frowned, knowing it wasn’t entirely true. Tinkerbell just had a healthy litter of puppies. I’m happy, but the tears aren’t just of joy. I envy my damn dog. I couldn’t carry my baby to term.