Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

“N-Nicolas Rogers… He was my wife's—my ex-wife's—doctor. I personally know him… He's a great specialist.” I raised my brows. “A friend of yours?” He nodded, and another piece clicked in its rightful spot. I felt the rage humming under my skin, but I had to keep it contained. I drew a deep breath and met the gaze of the spiteful creature sitting in front of me. “That Doctor Rogers... Does he, by any chance, work at the John Pearson Clinic?” Kenneth's eyes widened. “Yes… How did you know?” “Just a lucky guess,” I said, holding his gaze.

I scrolled to Roger Teller’s contact and stared at it for exactly two seconds before I hit call. He answered on the second ring, voice low and sleepy but alert in the way only certain people were alert. The kind who didn’t wake up confused. They woke up ready. “Carter,” he said. “Tell me you’re awake,” I replied. Roger made a sound that was half sigh, half laugh. “I’m awake. You’re the one calling after—” there was a pause while he checked the time, “—a questionable hour. Are we dealing with a boyfriend problem or a felony problem?”

Roger was currently the president of the Harver Corporation. However, the Harver Corporation actually belonged to the Harver family. The person who was supposed to own the Harver Corporation was Shantal, not Roger. The tweet also mentioned that Shantal had always treated Roger’s current wife and stepsister well. Shantal’s stepsister had a heart condition and would not have lived past the age of three if not for the help of the Harver family.

"Simply because they weren't qualified to catch me. In the Black Moon, no one could compare to me in terms of speed. Alpha had just left; they didn't have time to close the door when I entered." Roger spoke through quickly. I nod; if it were someone else, I might think they're bragging. But with Roger, I believe he can move exceptionally smoothly in a human or wolf state and be faster than humans. "It's unbelievable that someone like you can hold Diana's head and spin it around like a pitiful cricket." Roger couldn't hide his surprise. "You're more ferocious than I imagined. An angry kitten is scarier than an adult wolf."

" Hey, Val. How are you? " " Save the greetings for later first tell me what is Roger doing in New York? " I demand her. " How did you... Okay, I was going to tell you but-" I interpret... " But what? You know that he can't be here. And I didn't know about all this? " " I'm sorry Val. I know that you're never going to approve of that's why hide this from you. But there is nothing wrong Val. Roger is going great. He owns a cafe in there. " She said.

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog

“Can see them? Or talk to them?” “You need confirmation?” Pursing his lips, he gave a subtle nod of his head. I made an arrangement so that Roger could have a word with his mate and pups. He sounded like he was overjoyed. Of course the meeting was supervised and we listened to every word they said. It was just a normal meeting where a father checked on his babies. I smiled as I watched his interaction with them. Roger looked like a good father, but oh, boy, how he and his mate managed five pups was a wonder. The other five pups we found belonged to a couple of his friends, who were also cooperating with us for the sake of their pups.

I said. He rushed to my side and planted an enormous kiss on my cheek. “Thank whatever god you want to thank that you’re alive and home,” he said. “Praise them all. Hallelujah.” “It’s good to be free again,” I said. “That Joshua kidnapped her,” Roger said. “Oh,” Pete gasped, “the swine. Did he hurt you?” “Well, if he did, it didn’t deter her from romping in the grass half the night with our host, Mr. Marc,” Roger teased.

I looked around, and Asteria laughed. “She must be away.” Asteria gave me a sassy smile. We knew Angie snuck out most nights to be with Roger. The precise location was unknown to us, but when she returned early in the morning, she always glowed with happiness, and that effect is only given by spending time with your mate. I pray that Roger turns to have a blessed bond with her because they deserve happiness, too. Roger, despite being a human, is more supernatural than most. He is strong, smart, and patient—the perfect combination to handle a stubborn woman with a fiery temperament like Angie.

I explained, disappointed that he was still not remorseful, so I decided to tighten things a little. "I’ve asked the maids to clean her room, so you just lost those spiders. I’m sending them to animal control. If you send the rabbit or the parrot another time, they will also be gone." Roger loved pets, a passion he inherited from me. During my lonely moments, my pets were my closest companions. However, when I couldn't devote enough time to them, I ensured they were well cared for elsewhere. Roger would often read or play with his pets when he had the opportunity, which I found more fulfilling than playing games.