The Puppy That Lost His Way Novels & Stories

“Where’s my pup?” I tried to get out of bed despite the pain, but before I reached the door, a nurse came in carrying a tiny bundle. The moment she placed my pup in my arms, I held him close and finally felt myself breathe again. The next day, I went to the airport with my child. Everything had already been arranged. My withdrawal from the pack had taken effect, and the witch had sent word that the mate-bond between Damian and me had been completely severed. After cutting off Damian’s final call and blocking him, I held my pup close and boarded the plane without looking back.

But today, I was determined to win them over. I gathered the pups in the clearing, their curious eyes following my every move. The clearing was a sun-dappled expanse of grass and wildflowers, surrounded by towering trees that whispered secrets in the breeze. The youngest pup, barely able to toddle, clung to the hand of an older sibling, while the eldest stood with their arms crossed, a curious eyebrow raised. Their expressions were a mix of boredom, curiosity, and suspicion, a challenge I was eager to tackle.

After ignoring Connor and sleeping by herself, she suddenly felt something scratching on her door. She sat up like a zombie with dark circles in her eyes. She went to the door and opened it. She found that puppy sitting in front of her, looking up at her like a lost one. Her heart melted yet she still felt that pain. It was the exact breed of puppy that she had to kill. Suddenly, tears started rolling down her cheek and she reached the puppy, gently hugging it. She closed the door and rushed to the corner of the bed, sat on the carpet, and hugged it.

The little body wriggled, licking at my chin, its tiny tail wagging like I was its entire world. “You’re the only one who won’t lie to me,” I whispered, holding it close as I laid down on the bed. Exhaustion dragged at my limbs, and before long, I curled into the bed with the puppy against my chest. The steady rhythm of its breathing lulled me under. ——— I woke to emptiness. The space beside me was cold, the sheets bare. The puppy was gone. My chest seized, panic shooting through me. I scrambled off the bed, calling its name — though I didn’t even know if it had one. My voice shook as I searched the corners of the room, under the bed, every inch. Nothing.

Cali took the box calmly, and when she opened it, she saw two tender eyes looking at her from there. Her eyes were so wide with disbelief and slight annoyance as she looked at the poor small thing. “Who could abandon such a cute thing?” She muttered to herself. *** Cali took the complete box to her apartment. After seeing inside, there was no way to leave it down there. When Cali got there, she took it out of the box. It was a tiny and fragile puppy. It looked hurt and was missing an eye. She didn’t understand why someone would abandon a puppy so to its own fate and look at her through the darkness of her window. She understood.

I tell it, not that there's any sign of intelligence in those eyes. Remembering the company I left behind, I glance back and realize I'm lost, my heart skipping a beat in my chest. There's a no way I can find my way back. Perhaps it's not only this creature that will need saving tonight but me as well. Movement catches my eye and I look back but not fast enough to stop the puppy that launches into the air and catches me in the chest. Shocked by its weight, I go down hard, hitting my head against a stone.

Just when I am about to turn, I hear a cute noise. It's a puppy. I immediately look around, finding a puppy weeping at the broken window of that outhouse. It reminds me of the puppy I lost last summer. It keeps weeping as if it can't come out of the place. I strive to walk there but halt. Christian told me not to go there. But I'll just rescue this little soul, right? I jog over there and slide up the window so it can get the space to come down. It seethes and tries to come down but unfortunately, it falls inside again.

I should not be concerned if he is hurt. After a time of strolling, my eyes were drawn to a puppy that was sobbing because its leg was caught in the gutter guard. My feet began to walk towards it on their own. "Where are you going?" Dominic drew me back before I could take more than two steps. "That puppy," I said, motioning to the puppy that was continuously weeping in pain.

This time he kept in mind that I am walking with him so he walked slow enough for me to match his steps. Our feet were moving in a joyful and same rhythm. The mere presence of Xaphan by my side was enough to forget all my sorrows and make my day. The golden rays of sunshine were falling on us. It was looking like a shiny morning that comes after gloomy nights. We were on the corner of the road when my eyes caught a glimpse of a white Pomeranian puppy which was as soft as its voice. A collar was tied around its neck and it was spinning round and round. It seems like he has got separated from its owner.

Orion The week passed so slowly but I managed to get the extra trips done that needed to be done for the weekend to be clear, I had special plans for that weekend, I was going to find my mate and bring her and her pups to live in my pack with me. My Pack was everything to me their loyalty proven when my last chosen mate had had her gym instructor challenge me as alpha. He lost. and I banished her for her infidelity and disrespect of the pack. but still a hole was left in my life, a hole I suspect could be filled by Misty, it bothered me none that she had pups by another, I myself had been raised by a man who didn't sire me and knew from experience not every man who sired pups was worthy of b