Paw Patrol The New Pup

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, that couldn’t be more true in a free for all world where shifters have been forced to live out in the open. Assimilating into human life doesn’t bode well for most but those with means are still able to live their lives as they see fit. The Reznikov's, one of the most powerful mafia families in the world, have a dirty little secret that’s contributed to their success: they are werewolves. When the boss, Alexander buys a pup to turn into a fighter, he gets far more from the boy. He’s a blank canvas eager to learn the family business. Aleksey is feared by humans and werewolves alike, but he truly seeks the one thing that most werewolves are no longer guaranteed; a true fated mate. Emilia actually meets Aleksey when they are young teens, but they are unaware of just what their connection is. After losing her family and the only life she’s ever known, fate intervenes to put Aleksey in her path for a second time. Emilia quickly takes to her new life as the mate of a high ranking mafioso, shocking everyone including herself. Their love is intense and passionate, but there are many who try and test their resolve, including those in their own family who will stop at nothing to be on top. The story goes on to follow Aleksey's sister and then his best friend as they try to find love.

Dying from wolfsbane, I came back six months into carrying his pup. I went straight to a witch, begged for a potion to slow down the pup's growth. Choked it down. Then every day, I padded my belly with rabbit fur and kept up the act. In my first life, Emily and I went into labor on the same day. She popped out a perfect silver-white pup. Me? A white wolf giving birth to some scrappy mutt. James—Alpha of Ebonfang Pack—looked me dead in the eye and swore I betrayed him. I begged him to test the pup's blood. He did. Results came back: father was from an enemy pack. He called me a traitor, said I slept with the enemy, cut the bond, and threw me out. Five years rogue gutted my wolf. Then he showed up again. Guilt all over his face. "Emily got played by a Darkclaw wolf. She's just an omega—she wouldn't have survived going rogue. I had to swap the pups. Didn't you get the supplies I sent? Whatever, it's over. I'll take care of you now." Emily shot me a look full of venom and passed me a teapot. Didn't even get a word out before the wolfsbane kicked in. I died choking, eyes wide, body frozen. But now? I'm back. I know everything. Let's see how they plan to win this time.

Today was supposed to be my marking ceremony. Instead, it became my funeral. Eliza had run me down with her car. She dragged my broken body into the storage room. "Stay here. When the ceremony is over, I'll let you out." She wanted to take my place, to be marked by Greyson, as his Luna. Greyson loved me. But his family could never allow their precious Alpha son to marry a lowborn Omega. "Millie," murmured, his voice thick with guilt. "I have to obey my family and give them an heir first -- with Eliza. You know... she's Alpha blood. "Once the pup turns one, I'll marry you." And I marked the days one by one, counting down to our forever. He claimed it was a mere duty, but but their feverish nights suggested she was his preferred addiction. A month later, Eliza was pregnant. Ten months after that, she bore the Alpha's heir. Another twelve agonizing months dragged by, and finally, it was the day he was supposed to claim me. But now, I was lying here on the floor, my body shattered. Greyson's voice cut through the phone, sharp and impatient. "Why aren't you here yet? Haven't you been desperate to marry me?" "I've let the pup's birthday incident slide -- are you still going to sulk about it?" "If you don't show up, I'll mark Eliza instead." I wasn’t coming, Greyson. I couldn’t -- I was already dead. But he believed I was simply having a tantrum.

My family was attacked by rogue wolves when we entered their territory. My wolf was gravely injured, and in the end, I was the one who saved everyone.
As I collapsed, exhausted, no one came to me—they all ran to my adopted sister, Fiona, fussing over a few shallow scratches.
By the time pack members carried me to the infirmary, the healer delivered the cruel news: my wolf had been struck by a silver dagger, and the one-month-old pup in my womb wouldn’t survive.
Yet my mate, Luke, had given the only life-saving treatment to Fiona. With no other choice, I refused the healer’s remedies and numbed my wolf’s pain with crude herbs—knowing it would only buy us three days before death.
In those last days, I let everything go. I gave Fiona all my possessions and insurance money while my parents smiled in approval. I signed the bond-severing agreement Luke slid across the table without a second thought. Luke was satisfied, believing I was considerate. Kane, my brother, nodded his head when I told him to give my room to Fiona.
Even my son, Jim, squealed with joy when I asked him to call her “mom.” No one questioned why I gave all my belongings to Fiona, and their approving gazes said it all: “Good. The old Emma is back. But as the clock ticked down, one thought haunted me:
When they find our bodies—my wolf and my unborn pup—will that satisfaction turn to regret?

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

Unloved. Unwanted. Abandoned. Those words have followed Kayla since birth. Abandoned by her pack as a pup and left for dead in the woods she was taken in by the Cedar Wood pack. Raised as their servant and deemed a runt too weak to hunt with the pack, her life is one of servitude and that's all it'll ever be. That's all she's worth. Or at least that's what people keep telling her. So why does the visiting Alpha of the most powerful pack ever to roam the land keep looking at her and what is he whispering about?

Trixie is an orphaned werewolf pup, stuck in a hopeless life of servitude. She's desperate to better herself and learn all she can. She gets the chance when it's her birth month and she will soon shift. She gets the chance to attend Camp New Moon, which is run by the Drexel royal family. The camp is designed to help all shifters learn life skills and prepare them for life as an adult. Of course most naively hope being in close quarters with so many others like them will draw out their mate For Trixie, finding her mate would be her salvation, it would mean everything. But for two princes of the ten Kingdoms, it means war with each other. Damien and Dawson could not be more opposite, one will soon sit on the throne and the other has no direction in his life. That is, until he stumbles upon a damsel in distress that he never imagined he'd find. To Damien, finding his mate is his defining moment, the very thing that gives his life meaning. To Dawson, it's the end of the world and only spells disaster. How can these two princes handle the moon goddess forcing them to be mated to the same female? How can Trixie handle the hot and cold of two royal lycan mates?

Maddy thought marrying her fated mate and flying to Greece to start a new life would fix everything. All she wanted was a perfect life with De-Shawn—far away from Alpha Rowan J. Grey, the man she discovered was also her mate. That was impossible. A werewolf could only have one fated mate—unless one died. Second-chance mates don't happen while both are still alive. Yet here she was. Both of her mates are alive. “Let’s go to Greece,” De-Shawn said the night he slid the ring onto her finger. Maddy wasn’t sure, but running felt safer than staying. Because Rowan couldn’t be her mate. He was married. He had children. Worse—he was her godmother’s husband. She escaped to Greece, hoping distance would weaken the bond forming between her and Rowan. Hoping marriage would save her. But It didn’t. Her fated mate destroyed her life; he killed their unborn pup, stripping her of everything she owned, and forcing her into a conservatorship. Left with nothing and on the verge of spending six years in rehab as a mentally ill patient, she turns to one person. One person she shouldn’t turn to, one person from whom she should stay far away.

Being pregnant and the next in line to become the Alpha of the Blood Rose pack, Canna faces a difficult decision when her father came to know that she was pregnant with the child of Rollin, the Beta of the Silver moon pack. Being rival packs, it makes everything more intense for Canna when the word spreads that she lost her virginity to a wolf who was not her mate. Will Canna accept her fate and be banished from the pack and ultimately become a rogue when Rollin denies that the baby is his or will Rollin accept the responsibility of his actions and care for Canna and their pup?

When I found out my boyfriend actually had a wife, I got drunk in a bar and kissed a stranger. I didn't expect it would be the start of something much more complicated... The stranger I kissed became my boss, his dog somehow only liked me, and I was introduced to a crazy world where supernatural beings existed.... I was asked to look after my boss’s puppy while he was away. The next day, there was no puppy, but a little boy... Boy: "Mommy! I’m your pup!"🤩 Me："You are the dog??”😳 Boy "”No! I am a wolf 🐺"