Paw Patrol Snow Pup

I put my things away, and when I pretended to leave Fight Club, I was approached by the least expected person of all. William Walker himself. "Sage?" he asked in a soft voice. "Yes," I said in a modulated tone of voice so he wouldn't recognize my real voice, though I could bet he would never realize who I was. "I liked your fight; the way you knocked that guy out was fun," he said, and I realized that the really dumb guy was looking at me like I was candy. "It's a good thing you liked it; I guess you bet on me," I said sarcastically and turned to walk away and leave him talking to himself, but the very wayward one grabbed my arm. "Sorry about that," William said, and I glared at him. "I'd like to buy you a drink and maybe lunch. I know from my own experience that after a good fight, it makes you very hungry." I shook my head at his pathetic attempt at conquest and laughed. "Sorry, but I'm not dating anyone, so I hope you have an excellent evening," I said humorously and headed for the exit. I hoped the spoiled child of the pack had gotten the message. ___________ Snow was the outcast of the Ever Green Pack, every pack member kept a distance from her. When William Walker, the Alpha heir found the weak ‘Omega’ was his mate, he unhesitatingly decided to reject Snow when she turned 18. But William didn’t know that his secret admiration of a girl named Sage in the Fighter Club was another identity of Snow. William had a big interest in Sage and wanted her so much. Sage is strong and Snow is weak, the two different profiles of the same girl make things interesting. Which side of her could win William’s heart? What’s the truth of Snow’s early shift and her great power? Read the book to find the answer.

On the day I'm set to give birth, a rogue crashes his car into the convoy that's meant to transport me and Alison Cranwell to the hospital for a prenatal check-up. My water breaks the moment the crash happens. A mixture of blood and amniotic sap soon dyes my seat crimson. At the same time, intense pain flares from my abdomen. My Alpha mate, Caleb Bright, rushes over immediately and hoists the doctor by the collar. "You must protect the she-wolves and their pups!" Warmth floods my heart at that moment. It continues spreading throughout my body until I get wheeled into an operating theater. Since the general anesthesia has yet to fully take effect, I can vaguely make out Marcus Knight, Caleb's Beta, speaking to him in a lowered tone. "The thing is, Alpha Caleb, Luna Selina is suffering from heavy bleeding as well. But we only have one vial of the most effective Lunar Grass essence left. If we don't use it on her, I'm afraid that she and the pup will—" "Alison is pregnant with my dead brother's only pup. She must not be harmed no matter what," Caleb states icily. "Selina is very strong, and her wolf can endure her grievous wounds. As for that pup… well, we'll have another one in the future." But what Caleb doesn't know is that I didn't just lose my pup that night—I've lost the last trace of love I have for him as well.

On the way home during the holidays, my fiance's sister-in-law, Pamela Kensington, brings out an electric pot that requires 2,000 watts in order to function so that she can cook some meatballs. "The sockets in the electric car are meant for us to use, no? If we can't have hot food during our trips, then what's the use of having an electric car in the first place?" My fiance, Mason Vance, who is driving, doesn't bother to stop Pamela. Instead, he helps her fill up the pot with water while smiling. In my previous life, I had strictly stopped them from cooking meatballs and told them that we didn't have enough power left in the electric car. If they were to cook the meatballs, the car would stop in the middle of the journey, and we wouldn't be able to make it home. Pamela, who tagged along for the ride, thought that I refused to let her son have a piping hot meal, so she began criticizing me. Mason, on the other hand, thought that I was being too much of a busybody. He slapped me in front of everyone before pushing me out of the car. I was frozen to the bone in the blizzard as I watched everyone else leave me behind happily. In the end, I died from hypothermia. When I woke up again, I realized I'd returned to the moment when Pamela is about to plug the electric pot into the socket. This time, I hand her a power strip. "Go ahead and use this power strip. It can channel more power for your meatballs to cook quickly."

On the day my mate's dying first love went into labor, his parents posted ten warriors at my door. They did it only to stop me from storming the delivery room and ruining the birth of Alpha Kaelen's heir. However, I never showed up, not even after the cries of a newborn filled the air. His mother, the former Luna, held the other she-wolf's hand with a sigh of relief. "Liana, with us here, that barren Elara will never harm you or the pup!" Kaelen dabbed the sweat from Liana's brow, his eyes filled with adoration. "Don't worry, my father has men guarding the pack borders. If Elara dares to cause trouble, we will exile her forever!" He finally relaxed when he was sure I wasn't coming. He couldn't understand. All he wanted was to give his dying first love a child, a legacy. Why couldn't I be more understanding? Looking at the sleeping pup, a satisfied smile crossed his face. He thought that if I would just show up and apologize to Liana, he would forgive all our previous fights. He'd even be willing to comfort me after the birth, maybe even let me be the pup's mother in name, so I could keep my title as Luna. But he didn't know. I had just submitted my application to the High Council. In one week, I would relinquish my pack status, leave with the babies in my belly, and never see him again.

Freya is born a rogue, beautiful, innocent, never done any harm to anyone. After her mother get killed by a wolf hunter, she was captured, abused and tortured for years. When she finally escaped, she unknowingly entered the Crescent Moon pack and met the most ruthless Alpha a Rogue can meet. Michael, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, is a strong and highly protective werewolf. However, this powerful alpha has one weakness, that is, until the age of twenty-six, he is still mate-less. As a respectful leader, if there is one thing Michael cannot stand, it's rogues. They are loathing bastards, cheaters, ruffians, always looking for a chance to hurt people. And he make sure none of them dares step a paw in his land by torturing and killing those who did. However, what Micheal doesn't know is that the Moon Goddess has a tricky plan to give him a rogue mate. What will happen when the prejudiced Alpha Michael meets the rogue girl and finds her his love of life?

My Alpha and fated mate Dion took his first love to the Moonlight Forest to enjoy the moonlight and obtain the Moon Goddess's blessing on the day of the Moonlight Festival, a day that he could only spend with his mate. I didn't stop him, and instead prepared his luggage for him. Dion was very satisfied with my performance. "With a pup in your womb, you finally learned to behave. You finally look like a Luna." After they left, I immediately had an abortion. In my last life, I had put a silver knife on my belly to stop him from going on a date with his first love. He was forced to stay for his pup. However, his first love was ravaged before getting killed by other werewolves while on her way to the Moonlight Forest alone. Dion didn't pin the blame on me, as if nothing of the sort had happened. However, the moment I had my pup, he then skinned my pup in front of me. Only then did I understand how much hate he had inside of him. He tortured me, and I died in a horrific manner. When I opened my eyes once more, I had been reborn on the day he and his first love was supposed to go to the Moonlight Forest. I had another chance in life, and I secretly started to plot my revenge. He would pay for everything.

After giving birth to Alpha Wesley Silvermoon's pup, I fell into severe postpartum depression. Whenever the scent he left on me began to fade, I couldn't help but have the urge to hurt myself. It was Wesley who held me tight in his arms, kissing my forehead repeatedly, saying, "Don't be afraid, Maggie. The pup and I will stay with you, always." Every morning, he took me to see a therapist. In the afternoon, he handled the pack's affairs. At night, he fed Brett the pup himself. The dark circles beneath his eyes grew heavier by the day, yet he never once complained. Until one day. Brett was crying for his mother, while I hid in the bathroom, hurting myself. When Wesley saw what happened, he completely lost it. He grabbed me by the throat viciously. "If you don't want a pup, you shouldn't have had one! You gave birth to it, but you can't even take care of it! You don't deserve to be a mother!" He bellowed, "How much longer are you going to torment this family? You want to die so badly? Fine! I'll help you!" The moment he said that, he instantly came back to his senses. He broke his wrist and apologized to me. I didn't say anything, merely staring blankly at the phone that had fallen to the floor. The screen was still lit. 37 missed calls. All from the same name. Rowena Sawthorne. She was someone who had recently returned to the pack. Wesley's first love from his youth. She was healthy, beautiful, confident. She and Wesley were once the celebrity couple that everyone admired. Even Brett, whom I had nearly died giving birth to, would smile when she held him in her arms. Perhaps only she was worthy of being his mate, worthy of being Brett's mother. Maybe, this was for the best. At last, I could die without any worry.

Every time my husband's newly hired assistant underwent another cosmetic procedure, a new wrinkle appeared on my face. Leaning on her increasingly refined beauty, she rose effortlessly through high society, earning praise as an "ageless goddess." Meanwhile, I—the rightful lady of a wealthy household—aged so rapidly that in just three months, I looked like her mother. Clutching her cosmetic treatment bills in one hand and my medical report in the other, I confronted my husband. Instead, he shoved me to the ground, his eyes cold as ice. "Have you lost your mind?" he snapped. "You failed to take care of yourself, and now you're jealous of a subordinate who works harder and strives more than you?" Later, in order to secure a partnership with Sauldi Group, she agreed to their proposal for a "rejuvenation" experiment, undergoing a full-body stem cell anti-aging procedure. At home, my organs began to fail one after another. By the time anyone noticed, I was already dead. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the afternoon when she first flaunted her plans—boasting about getting her very first skin-boosting injection.

Amy was the luna of her pack, growing a pup in her stomach when the alpha betrayed her and took her life, and that of her pup. When she woke up six years earlier she decided to change everything. Revenge would be something she focused on.

Omega Nathalia, burdened by a deep-rooted fear of other wolves since her youth, has lived a life overshadowed by unfortunate events that led her and her mother to be labeled as rogues. They were sternly warned to remain unseen and unheard until they could find refuge within the “Arctic Paw Pack,” her grandparents' pack. However, as Nathalia embarks on the treacherous journey towards her grandparents' pack, she soon realizes that the path ahead is riddled with unspeakable horrors that test her strength and resilience. Will she possess the fortitude to endure the agonizing pain that awaits her, or will she succumb to overwhelming despair and reunite with her mother once more? Amidst these uncertainties, Nathalia finds herself questioning whether she will forever be forgotten and whether she will be able to triumph where her mother had failed.