Pets United Roger Novels & Stories

Roger heavily stumbled and fell to the ground trying to reach his broken leg. “See? That’s what I would do if someone threatened one of my friends.” Porter told Roger. “You, bastard? You’ll gonna pay for this along with your werewolf friend. Remember that.” Roger replied ferociously. All of us, including Coach Brown, immediately ran towards Porter and surrounded Roger who moaned extremely from severe pain. Our whole faces wrinkled as his left leg was completely fractured. “Okay, okay! Move away! Move away! Don’t touch him.” Coach Brown crouched and talked to Roger.

Rodney, my little pet, he's always so obedient, always answering when I called, always there when I needed a distraction. How had I forgotten him? We were supposed to meet here on weekends, a routine I’d let slip because of the last mission I did with Pedro's boys, the accident… and Ethan. My chest tightened at that name, guilt flickering like a bad light. I shook it off, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Rodney wasn’t Ethan.

Roger's face contorted with anger and determination as he prepared to confront Charles head-on. I could see the fire in his eyes, fueled by the realization that he had to protect not only himself but also those he cared about. "Over my dead body, you can't hurt Ruth or anyone else," Roger declared, his voice filled with a newfound strength. As he turned himself into his wolf form, I couldn't help but be amazed by the transformation. His once-human features were now replaced with a fierce and powerful presence. The air around us seemed to shift, as if acknowledging the intensity of the moment.

he adds confidently. “You won’t be released. Now why did you attack Lily?” I demand. “It was nothing personal,” Roger starts to offer. “Consider that my Pack is comprised of mostly rogues. The odd female was mated to our rogues, sadly for them, so our Pack is known among the less savory characters as a Pack who can handle dirty business. The type nobody wants to get their own hands dirty with,” Roger says.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I need right now.” Roger tsked, and turned her to face him. “That’s okay.” He assured her. “Because, I do.” Wrapping Cora in a proper hug, he tucked her tear-stained face against the curve of his neck. He stroked her spine and began to purr, pressing soft kisses to her hair. Cora broke the moment his purrs began, clinging to Roger and sobbing into his collar. “That’s it, sweetheart.” Roger encouraged. “Just let it all out.” He swayed softly from side to side, and though his wolf was focused entirely on soothing the devastated bundle, his own thoughts were much darker.

"Are you sure you'll bring your dog along?" Roger piped up after what seemed like an eternity of preparation. He only needed to drive, as Abihirt had just had a blood transfusion and as a doctor... there was no permission for his cousin to travel far. After all, Roger was also invited to join in on the family gathering. It wouldn't be too bad to go on a trip, though Abihirt's decision almost went against his principles when it came to doing activities that simply didn't involve pets.

Roger’s eyes flickered a little. He seemed like he wanted to say something. However, he held back his words after glancing at Stella’s expression. Roger was still reluctant about Stella’s career in the entertainment industry. She even got injured in such a big accident today. In the future… He dared not to think further. At last, Roger stood up and said, “I’ll go and buy some food. Mr. Lane, what would you like to eat?” “I’m fine with anything. Just don’t make it too spicy.”

Roger nodded. He wandered along the border with his new found friend, he was a happy young man, been mated since he was twenty and had three pups already and a 4th on the way. Claimed he just couldn't keep his hands off his mate and she was twice as sexy when pregnant. Roger just shook his head and laughed at him. To which he had been told you wait and see, once you find your mate, all you will want to do is bed the hell out of her. Roger couldn't help but like the man and he only talked respectfully about his mate.

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, with your money, silly," she said, smiling at him. "We need to erase the mute girl's existence from this house," she said, advancing toward the wall where the wedding photograph was hanging to take it down. "You are not touching anything," declared Roger, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Why not?" "Because you're not going to change anything in the house." "But why?" "Let me say this clearly: I DON'T HAVE MONEY." "That's a good joke, my love. You're Roger Peterson, the current CEO of the largest jewelry company in the country, and—"

People who look like their pets" contests. If he doesn't already have a bull terrier, I'm sure the office would all chip in and get him one for Christmas. The thought returns the smile I've been missing since Roger picked me up from my new apartment thirty minutes ago. Riding in his little red convertible confirmed what I've suspected multiple times during my first week of work. Roger is compensating for something. "Make sure and stay with me until we leave. I want to know what connections you make," he takes my arm in his to escort me into the large white building in front of us. The fabric of his black tux scratches my arm, but I resist the urge to remove it.