Pakka Pets Novels & Stories

Sitting on the soft carpet on the floor, Exequiel let his back touch the ground. "Hah, that was wild." He laughed while catching his breath. On the other hand,. Scott didn't have any choice but to wear white pajamas with black dots that resembled a Dalmatian dog. To summarize it, Patrish is the panda, Hera is the tiger, Kianna is the sheep, Scott is the dog, Warren is the fox, Kyler is the bunny, and lastly, Exequiel is the green dinosaur. "Who came up with this lame idea?"

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

Akira pack, that was all that was running through Kiara’s head as she laid on her bed. When you think of the werewolf community, the Akira Pack would be the first pack to come to mind. They were not particularly the biggest in population, but they had the biggest landmass acquired from years of getting into wars and winning. They had the biggest database, so much so they could overthrow the leading council and be on top; funnily enough, it was an unspoken reality of things, they also possessed the strongest soldiers, and according to rumors, most of the pack members have abilities that are alien to the rest of the werewolves, giving them an edge over everyone else.

Jasper looks suspicious, but kisses her hand and waits to hear what she has to say. “Dad- uh, I-I mean, Mister Cirillo bought us a puppy to be friends with our wolves. His name is Mister Happy. He’s a Saint Barnyard and still in our bedroom.” Kara pouts to match Katie. Jasper suppresses a laugh at her mispronunciation. “He’ll be sad without us.”

The dogs kept on looking at Jai and he couldn’t stay calm from their gaze. “Um, hi?” Jai greeted them. But they didn’t even flinch. The little girl giggled beside him and started pointing one by one to the dogs around them. “All of them are boys. This is Kiki, he is a Koshi beast. This is Olsen, he is a moonwolf. Lastly, Hugo, he is a Bronzaback Direwolf. He is the boss from these two, but they are very good friends with each other. We are a pact.”

They gave her their black card and told her to decorate and buy whatever she needed for the pack-wide celebration. Tia Elise Henry, was the youngest of three pups to Alpha Markus and Luna Ava Henry of the Cherry Ridge Pack. A pack with roughly just over two hundred pack members. They were a peaceful pack. They dealt a lot in livestock and farming. The Cherry Ridge pack has been a neutral, non-aggressive pack for nearly five generations, and the pack held faith that Alpha Markus instilled the same values in his son and future heir, Simon.

Has he lose his mind from the head injury? “What??? You agreed just like that?” That was unexpected. Mikayla was stunned to the point of shock. She was flabbergasted for the third time today and didn’t know what else to say. “Of course I agree! It’s a good deal, no? Now, I guess you can name me. I don’t have a name yet, remember? John Doe doesn’t sound cool. And since I’m your pet, you have to name me any way.” Since he was in it, Mikayla found her self going with the flow. This strange flow of life.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

The kind of man who liked being admired more than being loved. Not that it mattered to Arial. I’d caught her more than once ogling magazines with his half-naked pictures on the cover. His low-slung pants, that smug grin, and abs carved like they’d been sculpted by the Moon Goddess herself. Back then, he’d been a model. But after he inherited his father’s title, Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, he’d traded the runway for the throne. The first car to stop was a sleek black Mustang. Alpha Jake stepped out…The Moon Howl Pack’s Alpha is from the western territory, just three hours away.

A few nobles laughed. Harlen smiled. “I was simply wondering whether someone raised outside a pack would understand pack law.” “I understand enough to know that you haven't asked me a question yet.” The laughter stopped. Kael looked away for a second. I could almost see the amusement in his eyes. Harlen cleared his throat. “Very well.” He leaned forward. “Under Ironfang law, what happens when two allied packs dispute hunting territory?” I thought for a moment. “Neither side has automatic ownership.” His eyebrows rose.