Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

She didn’t know whether to feel protected or petrified. He turned back to her as the guards dragged the women out. "Don’t mistake this for a favor," he said coolly. "I just don’t let anyone speak shit about what’s mine." Martha’s throat tightened. That strange blend of possession and protection lingered in her mind like smoke. She was still lost in thought when Martin walked in, dressed in a charcoal suit that barely masked the healing bruises on his cheek. His eyes roamed the room before falling on her. She felt his gaze long before he stepped forward.

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."

Finally she looked at his disheveled condition carefully. “Yes. I have a cold and a fever too!” He answered, irritated and angry. Kiara didn't know how to respond. He looked totally wasted. “Then we can reschedule it….” Roger gave her an angry look. “Are you crazy? I have waited for months for this interview and at no cost would I miss it.” he sneezed and then grumbled. “That ‘Irish wolf’ wouldn't reschedule but cancel it. This interview cannot wait. This is the front-page thing,”

"Break his leg. When you're done, drag him up to the SVIP suite." "No! Rook, please, no!" A sob ripped out of my throat before I could stop it, hot tears burning behind my eyes as I begged him. "Please don't do this!" "The guest in the SVIP room explicitly asked for some disabled and young Omegas. Theo is a perfect fit to serve him." Rook said calmly, looking down at his fingernails like he was talking about the weather. "One million is a lot of money. That little half-blind boy will need to be fucked a hundred nights in that room to pay off what you ruined.”

’ I told myself. I looked at Roger and he was already beginning the transformation phase. His fingernails are already growing at such speed and his bare chest are already beginning to sprout hairs. I could see every muscles and veins tensing and his breathing was becoming more and more rapid. He was moving indistinctively and struggling all over. He probably wanted to scratch his neck. He kept on releasing different guttural sounds and I just had to sedate him. I jumped unto his side and immediately planted the needle right on his neck.

Roger was chatting with one of them, a middle-aged man with bright red hair and a closely trimmed beard. "Connie!" Roger waved me over, and I eased through the people, still holding Sarah's hand. "Connie, this is my friend Steve. Steve, my neighbor, Connie." "It's a pleasure Connie." His voice was soft and kind, and his hand warm as I shook it. "I know Joan and Roger have been wanting to get you here for a while, now." "Thanks, it's nice to be here. This is my partner, Sarah." I watched his reaction, which consisted only of a warm smile.

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

The sound of his ribs shattering echoes within the hollow cavity. He whimpers at the excruciating torment and twists his body, trying to get out of the males hold. The twists just make the pain even worse. He gives up, too weak to move. The damage has been done and I know that the rogues notice my lack of fight. "Alright, that should do it", one of them says. I feel the male removing his grip, before dropping my wolf to the ground. My wolf whines in pain as the ground digs into his broken ribs. They snigger at my discomfort before leaving.

I've never been so close and personal with an enemy capable of ending me with a twat from his hand before. To my surprise, Roger's lips eventually curl, and he laughs. He gently places me over his chest and closes his eyes. "So heal me then. Hurry, little wolf. I'm dying." Wait, what? Seriously? My fear blows away. Roger isn't as teasing as Caleb when he speaks. He is super bossy, and it aggravates me. The bastard talks to me like I'm his freaking servant—Roger is the male version of Jenna. "I'm not your slave..." I mutter while crouching on top of him, blushing when I notice the hole is gone—the moronic alpha is almost entirely healed. I'm currently sitting over his abs.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d be stuck in the forest when the sun went down. My gelding’s name was Roger. It wasn’t a name that I would have given him, but it was the name that he came with and that he responded to, so I didn’t change it. Roger was jet black with a white star on his forehead. He stood sixteen and a half hands high with powerful, well-defined flanks. Had he been human, he would have easily been taken for a body builder.