Novel & Cerita Moto Pups: Pups Vs The Ruff Ruff Pack

“Is that him?” Alan grinned. “The one and only.” Rufio looked like someone had taken the best traits of his parents—Zeus’s sturdy sass and Tinkerbell’s fluffy majesty—and rolled them into the most adorable lion-mane disaster of a puppy I’d ever seen complete with a white mohawk-like tuft of white fur on the top of his head. His ears were huge, his paws slightly too big for his legs, and he barreled toward Pockets with uncontainable joy.

Just as she was about to say something, two figures emerged—one of a pup I didn't know, and the second was that of our little brother, Rex. What was he doing here? "Kiki, are you okay? We've been looking everywhere for you," Said Rex. This had our little mate pulling back from us and running to go hug the other pup, which had me and Jayden snarling. We knew they were kids, but the thought of our mate-seeking comfort from anyone other than us didn't sit right with our wolves. Hearing us snarl, all three pups stiffened are turned in our direction. "Don't worry, they're nice! They found me." Said our little mate, consoling the pup holding on to her.

I recognized Red and Gunner in their wolf forms and gave them a wave as we sped by. They turned and began chasing behind us and eventually caught up, running along beside our bikes. Red let out a howl. Others must have heard because we were soon joined by Goldie, Wyatt, Shorty, Brat, and Liam in their wolf forms. They all continued to let out howls as they ran along with us. In the open desert, the wind whipping in my hair on my beautiful bike, and with pack members all around me, I almost felt like one of them.

he informed. It was still light outside, and most people were enjoying the evening sun on the patio, but the bar was filling up fast. “What about the um…pups?” The word felt foreign on my tongue. “Yeah, they all get into mischief usually.” He winked. “A few wolves who don’t want to run usually take care of them. The pups have an organized movie marathon at the theatre in town this full moon.” “Sounds like fun.”

he asks, his voice quivering slightly. Yeah, that’s a question. “Whatever’s left over from supper.” The kid jumps to attention, and sprints off in the direction of the kitchen. Chuckling, I close the door behind me. He will learn, as all of them do, that I’m not the monster they think I am. Pups tell each other a lot of horror stories about pack leadership. It’s not surprising. In other packs, the Alphas are often brutal. Over the years, we have taken in a lot of rogues that escaped abusive Alphas – it’s one of the reasons our pack is so big – and wolves can be awful gossips. Pups hear the stories and think I’m the same way.

"Talon, let's kill those f**cking ants, I have to follow my pups! "Your pups?" "Yes, and I think the mother is wounded, so I don't have fxxking time to play around with ants!"

I’ve thought of a use for the current packhouse once we’ve built a new one. The pups begin to run towards me, shouting a chorus of ‘Alpha. Alpha. Alpha’, they bring a smile to my face. This is why I have accepted the Alpha position, to make a difference to their lives. To make them happy and safe. The little girl is running with her arms open out to me. Pups really are the magic in the world.

My new puppy, Bonbon, has chocolate brown fur, and she is just a cutie, tiring Champ with her playfulness every day. I was called to our packland’s border because some rogues asked for entrance. As I arrive, I take a moment to observe the scene from my seat. It seems they are not here to fight. They look like a father with three pups. “Beta Nate.” one of the guards approaches me, while another stays close to the intruders. This was not what I expected when I received a mind link that rogues had been spotted at the border. “Hi, Scott. What do we have here?” I ask, looking at the intruders while petting my dogs’ heads.

"You destroyed my mate bond and killed my pup, and you're telling me this is for my own good?" His Alpha's rage made him lose his senses as he increased the force in his hands. That was when Riley's pup suddenly lunged at Rowan. He was holding a silver knife he found somewhere. "Don't hurt my mommy!" the pup screamed and stabbed Rowan with it. The silver weapon stabbed into Rowan's body, and he howled with pain. He kicked the pup, and the pup smashed into a wall, his head starting to bleed. Riley went mad when she saw her pup hurt. She jumped at Rowan like a wild beast as she scratched and bit him.

"I'll do anything to make it right." "Make it right?" I repeated the words. "How do you make up for a child's life?" "Everything I have, my life, my pack—" "Your pack?" I cut him off. "You are a bankrupt Alpha of a dead pack," I said, my voice utterly devoid of emotion. "What could you possibly have to offer me?" Those were his words to me. Now, I was giving them back. He froze, the memory clearly hitting him. "As of today, the Blood Moon Pack no longer exists," I said, turning to leave. "Good luck."