The Antagonist Pet Novels & Stories

Javier snapped. Incredibly, this was where Bernadetta’s sensibility decided to show up. “Oh my God, how stupid do you think I am? Only you’d train a dog to steal someone’s bras. You smell that? Oh, that’s right! It’s the stink of Javier and his sh*tty scheme!” she drawled. “Either way, that dog is my spirit animal, and I really like it. Can I play with it, pleaseeeee?” Javier began, “But Bern—”

He was so incredibly strong that I could do nothing to stop him. “Don’t touch me.” I shouted, kicking at him. Ethan grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. “You can fight all you want,” he said, dragging me out of the cage. “But you’re coming with me.” Behind him, Anton groaned, trying to pull himself up. Ethan turned, his eyes narrowing. “You’re pathetic,” he said, striding over to him. Before anyone could react, he sank his fangs into Anton’s neck. “Stop.” I screamed, but it was no use.

I muttered bitterly and heard Bria whining about my attitude toward the Moon Goddess, making me frown. “She has no right to tell me what I or my daughter are supposed to do,” I growled, catching Gavin's attention. Shaking my head, I ran my hands down my face and peeked through my fingers at my mate, then heard the front door opening. Anton came in with both pups. One in his arms and the other wrapped up and hanging from his front. “Why the long faces,” he asked us. Lowering my arms I shouted that we were going to have another war.

"Did you do anything to Anton? I swear—if you harmed him, once I'm out of this chair, I'll make you pay." I remember going to bed beside him. The warmth of his body against mine, his arm draped across my waist, his breath steady in my ear. If Ava managed to get to me, she must have hurt him first. "No need for your useless threats." Ava waves her hand dismissively. "I didn't hurt that dog of yours." "He isn't a dog." The growl tears from my throat, low and dangerous. Vampires and witches love calling us that—dogs, mutts, animals. They know exactly what we are. They just say it to get under our skin.

He tackled me, leading us into a deadly tumble filled with bites and slashes. I shook his large body off mine, putting some distance between us. There were injures on my body but nothing major and no limp. Antonio was worse, his limp had returned.There was still something wrong with his wolf and I was still trying to identify it.“You're strong, I'll give you that. But, this fight has dragged on for too long. It's time to give me what I'm owed,” Antonio growled.I hissed and feinted to the right then suddenly darted to the right, my teeth snapping and aiming for his throat. Growling, Antonio got away with only a nip.“Enough!!” He growled loudly. So loud that I heard birds and smaller animals s

Now he was beginning to understand why. Antonio fought with all his might to kill the prince. He managed to get in a couple of scratches and bites. The prince was fighting to defend himself but he was weak. Even for a prince, he was too weak. Antonio was only a Beta and had managed to injure him in more ways than one. "Beta Stone! Enough!" Alexandrov yelled out in his Alpha command. Against Antonio's desire, his wolf stopped his assault on Prince Martin Cole. The Blood in his mouth wasn't enough to calm his wolf but he couldn't go against his Alpha.

Rogues have been getting bolder, pushing closer to pack land, testing boundaries they shouldn’t even be near. Anton keeps pace beside me, silent and alert, his presence steady through the bond. He’s been my beta for years—chosen not just for his strength, but for his judgment. Where I am sharp edges and command, Anton is calm and observant. The kind of wolf others trust instinctively. “Something’s off,” he mutters. I feel it too. The scent hits us next—blood, fear, and the unmistakable stench of rogues. Beneath it all is something else. A she-wolf. Terrified. Weak. Still fighting.

“This one here is our pet dog, a very rare breed. It’s only found in our region, almost extinct. That’s why people don’t know much about it. This is one of its kind.” ‘WHEN CAN I KILL YOU? You made me a pet, a fucking dog?’ I yell through our mind link. As they continue this absurd conversation, my beast continues to think of all the ways we will torture Giovanni before killing him. “No, No, I don’t want to touch it.” Omerta moves back as she says that, and my beast is furious, and I almost keep it from growling. My agitated beast is fuming because this stray doesn’t want to touch us, and he thinks she doesn’t find him attractive. WOW, just WOW.

I asked her. "Your father asked him for help on the day Sebastiáno destroyed our family. He called all the big families. Only the Russo family picked up the call and your new owner refused to help. And now he parades with you, treating you like a little pet" she said, her disdain clearly evident in her voice. My blood ran cold, all the happiness I had been feeling washed away with that new piece of information. "He refused to help?" I asked again, to be sure.

he said, his demeanor appearing irritated, but he was laughing. "I thought they had changed, only to act like idiots again," he said, brushing his shoulder against mine. "If you have any intention of trusting those animals, don't even try because those twins inherited their mother's snake-like nature," he said, pushing me, causing me to sit on the pavement. "By the way, do you know something about us?" he asked, sitting in front of me. "You're going to die now because I won't let you reveal what you know and get revenge on the twins," he said, smiling at me.