A Ruff Relationship And A Purrrfect Ending

His choices

Isaak's pov

"Peyton I've got a housing arrangement set up for you." I said, looking at the Bastian in front of me.

"So, I'm not staying here?" Peyton asked, looking up at me with rather sad eyes.

"Of course not, I've got no room for you. Anyway we need to go get you some clothes. You can't show up there naked." I frowned, then muttered, "I'm surprised you showed up here naked. Now throw these on."

I toss him an outfit I've not worn in awhile. Suddenly we hear a knocking at the door. I go to answer and it's Jake.

"I didn't expect you till later" I sighed, stepping back to let him in.

"Well, I'm here now, so, what did you need help with?" Jake asked, looking at me with rather irritated eyes.

"Him." I reply, pointing to Peyton.

"What did you do?" Jake sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"I got him kicked out of his house and now he needs a place to stay" I replied coldly.

"And he can't stay with you because...?" Jake started, giving me a raised eyebrow.

"HE JUST CAN'T!" I hissed angrily at Jake.

"OK, well. What do you want me to do about it?" Jake asked, cocking his head.

"Well, don't you have that extra room in your house?" I asked, sighing, calming down.

"Oh, so you want him to live with me and my family?" Jake asked sarcastically, annoyance in his voice.

The scent of Jake and his mate had to hit Peyton's nose, as the young pup retracted from the room for a moment, before he came back in.

"Do you wear some kind of cologne or something?" Peyton asked, scrunching his nose slightly.

"No." Jake replied, slightly frowning.

"Oh, so he naturally smells bad." Peyton muttered under his breath, glancing at Issak for a second. "He definitely doesn't smell like Isaak."

"God i hope not." Jake sighs. "Let's go."

Jake p.o.v.

Oliver was pissed when i can home with Peyton.

"WHAT AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?" he yells, throwing stuff at me.

" What? No! Baby, you are more than enough!"

" Yeah, that's why you left your lover to go get some other slut!"

By this time, Feli was hiding under the coffee table and Peyton was crying. Good, it's his fault. He should be crying.

"Babe listen i had no choice i owed Isaak a favor and he called it in I'm sorry..... I LOVE YOU."

Feli whimpered under the table. I turn away from Oliver and go to her. She flinches. I growl at Peyton.

" This is your fault!"

" I'm sorry. I... all i wanted was Isaak..." Peyton whimpers.