Paw Patrol 9 Novels & Stories

Heavy footsteps retreated, followed by muffled conversation. A pause. Eternal. My legs trembled, still wrapped around the stranger's waist. "Maybe she slipped out already?" "Shit. Boss ain't gonna like that." "Let's check the east wing again." The voices faded, leaving only the pounding of my heart and the warmth of the stranger's body against mine. I sagged against the wall, relief flooding through me. The masked man's hand slipped from my mouth, trailing fire down my neck. "That was close," I whispered, voice shaky.

Looking around, I grabbed a stone, driving it towards his skull. He roared in pain, losing his footing. I didn’t wait. I swung another stone, but before it could connect, he grabbed it, throwing it away. His jaw clenched tightly, staring intensively at me. His eyes ignited with a golden glow, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He violently slammed me against a tree, scratching my face with his sharp claws. “Phoebe, let me out!” Serene roared in my mind, her voice dripping with fury. I kicked him hard in his groin. He took his hands off me, clutching himself, his eyes squeezed shut.

But Adrian only held Claire tighter, saying to Zoey, "Claire didn't mean to hurt you. She's just sick." The second time: Claire hurt Zoey's pet dog—the one she'd raised since childhood—seriously. The veins in Claire's neck bulged as she snarled, "If I see Adrian smile at you one more time, next time it won't just be a dog that hurts!" When Adrian came home, his first words were, "Claire, did the dog bite you?” The third time: Claire sabotaged Zoey's car engine. Zoey slammed the brakes just in time, but still ended up with a mild concussion.

Cassandra and April went for sophisticated but subtle; Inez and Alessia went for the smoky eye. Inez suggested they go in pairs, and the partners were settled early, since Cassandra and Alessia shared a car, and so did Inez and April. The first pair: Alessia’s car, a Jaguar F-Pace, purred to life at her hands.

To put a period at the end of this nine-year sentence. Jason walked out the door at midnight. The calendar flipped to a new day. Exactly fourteen days left until I go home for the arranged marriage. The days passed. When the 18th arrived, I didn't hear from Jason. Instead, I saw a travel vlog on Piper's social media. She flashed a sweet, carefree smile as a tall figure stood reflected in the background. I recognized him instantly. It was Jason.

Yet I never doubted the message Cherry sent to me in this dream. My mate would be back with me soon! “Nuu-Chah, please heal my mate, your special wolf, with your utmost power,” I mumbled. "I promise to take care of every shifter in your custody." Later, I mind linked Bert over to the pack house. "Let's go and visit Jason in the territory of the Whitemoon Pack. How's everything going on there now?” I asked as Bert followed me out. “Our warriors are marking the land with the sigil of Starsmoon now.” “Good. How many families have signed up to get relocated in Whitemoon?” I started the engine and drove away.

My eyes lock into his, "But what about my birth-" "I'm not waiting another nine days," he brushes my hair over one shoulder, leaving his mark on display, "the pack won't stand for it." He presses a long slow kiss to my lips, seemingly over the roadblock that was his mate, "I have to tend to a few things, Corbyn will be with you."

"Wait, what?!" "Woof!" I blacked out. *

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"It is time to announce the new Luna of Silverpine pack and my chosen mate." 'He is ours!' Nova growled. I hated that she was right but we were not in the old days, politics and hierarchy played a part now. 'Calm down,' I soothed but I felt pensive. Something was about to go very wrong. A tall, gorgeous redhead stepped delicately onto the dais. Rielle Archer, a second rank wolf and the granddaughter of one of the Zeta elders. My heart beat in tandem to the soft clicking of her red-bottom stiletto heels.