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

The pup I, Ivy Calisto, finally conceived with my mate, Owen Wagner, after three long years, was going to be killed by his own hands. "You must guarantee this potion will kill the pup in Ivy's womb. Otherwise, I won't let you off," Owen barked. I could see the fury on Owen's face through the study door. The witch trembled as she handed him the potion. "I guarantee it will kill the pup, and she won't suspect a thing."

I often wondered how my father was able to tame Knight. He said it took years of practice, but my wolf is more stubborn than his. I see Alex more like Kaira, my mother's wolf. She is impulsive to date, no matter how my mother tries to mask it. Kaira is the most impatient wolf I have ever met, followed by Aurora, Aunty Amelia's wolf. I wondered if Onyx was like that, too. Most of the wolves I know aren't tamed; they have just been through so much that they have had to grow up.

The pups, still full of energy and excitement, continue to wiggle and squirm, their tails wagging furiously as they shower their new companions with affectionate licks and playful nibbles. The alphas, fully aware of the pups' need for socialization and bonding, encourage their playful behavior. They gently stroke the pups' soft fur, their fingers tracing the contours of their tiny bodies. The pups respond with joyful yips and wagging tails, their trust in their new companions growing with each passing moment.

Anymore than he would want Javed in the one we share. “Oh! I almost forgot! We come bearing gifts,” Harper says, as we’re all gathered around the fire and it's a few minutes from dusk. We’d already decided to leave the pups with Mase’s parents for the night and show my parents’ wolves around the property. A real family hunt. Lucy was beside herself. It’s just about time for the kids to hit the sack anyhow, though Rosie is way too hyper with the excitement of new people giving her so much attention. I watch as Harper goes to the wagon that they brought and pulls out a little wooden bicycle, a red wagon and a large sack of building logs.

As I walked near the edge of the pack square, I heard the bright, happy sound of children laughing. I paused and looked over. A group of young pack pups, maybe five or six years old, were playing a game of tag in the green grass. They were running around, giggling loudly, their little faces painted with pure joy. A small, genuine smile touched my lips. In the dark Rogue Kingdom, children never laughed like that. The pups there were trained to fight from the moment they could walk. Seeing these innocent children playing so freely warmed a tiny part of my cold heart. I decided to step closer. I wanted to see them play. I wanted to feel a little bit of normal pack life.

“I formally accuse my mate, Alpha Ethan, of pup-theft, bloodline betrayal, and conspiracy to break the mate-bond through deceit.” The next few hours were a blur of formal statements. Enforcers dispatched to Seraphina’s den. The Lunarium grove sealed. Ethan taken to the holding cells for questioning. Seraphina sat in a corner, the pup—my pup—clutched to her chest, silent tears streaming down her face. I sat on a stone bench, exhaustion a weight in my bones, but I dared not close my eyes. What if this, too, was a phantom? “Luna.” A female Enforcer approached, offering a cup of water. “The rituals take time. Rest.”

I turned to the source only to find some of the other pups crying and asking to be carried up high, just like Ruby. Throwing an accusing glare at Draco, the cause of it all, I hurriedly joined Daphne and the others in pacifying the kids, and only after we’d promised them more snacks in place of piggyback did they reluctantly abandon the idea. Daphne and the others hurriedly brought away the pups to have their nap after all the excitement, leaving Millie, Miles, Draco, and a still excited Ruby riding on his shoulders happily. I turned around with a sigh, only to find the long-forgotten Bill still seated in his chair, looking out the window like the entire spectacle had nothing to do with him.

As soon as I did, Torin took off. I had climbed on Abba’s wolf before and that of Dad too. Mom's wolf is a bit too small to ride. Rishi and Atlas are the sweetest wolves out there. I mean, Atlas is also a bloodthirsty beast when he needs to be. But with their pups, they both are like two cuddly little kitty cats. Rishi and Atlas are fast wolves, but they knew how to carry someone on their back. They knew how to take corners and jump without letting their passenger fall.

We're all alpha here but he's older, stronger and an alpha of a full pack he won the fight. "Let me explain few stuff about puppies. They belong to the beta pair since they are the most suitable to take care of them." "I don't think they're taking good care of him" my twin says between gritted teeth while i nod my agreement. "Let me finish. Puppies in general are a delicate thing, they are always afraid of the dark. Now imagine letting him out in the night. Their skin, eyes, ears are extremely sensitive. Loud sounds can cause them extreme headache and they get easily scared do you two remember the tree accident?"

Morea and Carissa quickly responded when they heard the panicked cries. "You will now depart to the Rivermoon Pack and be under the responsibility of Alpha Aldebaran and Luna Naomi. You can trust me that they are good people, and I promise you, these monsters will not be able to harm you." I said to the pups inside the car before closing the door. Even though they nodded, my heart sank, seeing the unmistakable fear that started to grow in their eyes. As the menacing sounds grew nearer, the pups started to huddle together, trying to seek comfort in each other's embrace.