Our Abused Pup

Our Abused Pup

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"I love you so much, baby." I told King as I nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and switched our pup to the opposite nipple. "I don't know what I would ever do without you." He smiled down at me, kissing my lips. "You know you'll never have to figure that out." He placed one final peck to my lips. "I love you and our beautiful pup more than life itself." - I'm terrible with descriptions so read the book to find out more about Asher, the sad abused pup, and his alpha mates that save him :) *disclaimer - this is an ageplay story, if you don't like that don't read it* •this story is ON HOLD at the moment•
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His family had thrown him away as a baby. Packs despised him. Alpha's used him. It wasn't his fault that he didn't shift to a wolf. He had the gene's but it just wasn't active. He'd been used for only one thing and taught that he was worthless and no one would ever want him. But after some trouble he is given away to another pack, my pack. He was small and timid. Could we convince him that this pack was as good as it seemed? Excerpt: Quiet, barely heard but he'd chuckled. He turned at the end and I saw his shirt catch a stack of pots. The fell breaking all over the floor. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up." he says dropping to his knees and raking at the glass. "Careful don't get cut." I grab his hands to pull him away. "I'm sorry." he's staring up at me in horror. "It's just pots." I say pulling him up. "I'm sorry. I'll apologize." he reaches for my belt and pulls at it. What was he doing?

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