A lot has happened in the last year. Adder and I got engaged and swiftly took down most of the members of the board of directors. Adder hadn’t been kidding when she said she had jail-worthy dirt on some of these men. I still look back on that meeting and smile.
We’d called them all in for a meeting bright and early the morning after we returned from New Delhi. Adder was in high spirits when we walked into the office holding hands with her engagement ring on full display. I know it caught the girls' eye working reception, and they’d be whispering about it the rest of the day till the whole office knew.
We went to my office first and made the board wait thirty minutes cause, as Adder said, ‘fuck them.’ They eventually got impatient and pestered Deborah demanding to know when I would be arriving for the meeting I called. We fina
Thank you so much for reading His Pet. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have. There is one more epilogue that I will post shortly after this one.
If someone told me as a child, I’d grow up to having a loving husband and a family, and I’d call them a fucking nutter. I was an unwanted and unloved meta-human. The idea that anyone could love me sounded like fairy tale nonsense. But then I met Mason, and I got my fairy tale. These past four years with Mason have been even better than the four prior. And I can’t say which moment was the highlight. However, I can think of four amazing things that have happened. Becoming Mason’s wife, of course, is in the top four ranking. It had been a small and lovely ceremony at his family’s home, which is exactly what I wanted. I was not too fond of the idea of some big to-do as Tiffany and Ashton did. Not that I’m knocking Tiffany and Ashton’s big church wedding that made the papers. That’s what they wanted to do, so I was happy for them. Even if Tiffany made me her maid
“Come on, pet.” I gently tugged at my wife’s elbow. Copper snake eyes turned sharply at me as she once again hugged and kissed our children. “We are only going out for Valentine’s dinner and dancing. We aren’t going off to war.” I assured her. Jade stuck out her tongue at me as she hugged Adder. “Have fun, mummy.” Jade kissed Adder’s cheek and reluctantly let her go. We are never going to get out of here at this rate. Especially as Asher starts crying, reaching out for us from my mother’s arms. He’s too little to use words. This is the first time we’ll be away from him for a night. He cries every time we leave for work, even if he adores his nanny, Janelle. I know he loves spending time with his grandparents. Both our children ador
I never thought I’d be the type of person who couldn’t stand to be away from her baby for more than a few hours. Then again, I didn’t think I would be the type of person who’d be a mother. Before Mason, I didn’t dare think or dream of motherhood. And now I’m a mother of two. I think I would be okay being away from Jade for the night, not to say I don’t love her as much, but she’s older. Asher, however, he’s only four months old. I don’t like leaving him to go to the office. And now I won’t see him till tomorrow. And I can’t even use breastfeeding as a reason to be near him. Because of my powers, I can’t breastfeed, but that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my baby when I’m away from him. Mason had to basically force me to leave his parent’s house. I know exactly why he’s eager for a night without the k
With a sigh, I looked at my reflection in the small mirror of my dormitory water closet. I still looked like me, just less put together. And that was the point of the evening. Tonight I was not going to be Mason Templeton, son of Lord Quentin Templeton, Duke of Leeds. No, tonight I was just Mason university student.My inspection of this casual persona was interrupted by a pounding at the door. “Mason?! Come on, man! It doesn’t take that long to throw some clothes on.” my best friend and roommate Ashton Wilson shouted at me.“Just give me a minute.” I sighed, running a hand over my hair, making it less put together than I prefer. I didn’t recognize the man looking back at me. I hadn’t shaved for the last two days in preparation for this. This black Sex Pistols tee, dark jeans with rips, and black sneakers signific
It’s been...what two days...no wait three… definitely… three since I’ve had a decent meal. I’m a little lightheaded, but I need to ignore that and the sounds my stomach keeps making. I’ve got to get to the fights. It’s my chance to earn some money. And when I earn some money, I can buy food to shut up my stupid stomach. So, I hurry along the sidewalks of Oxford to make it to where the fights are tonight. I’d learned long ago my best bet was to keep my head down and not draw attention to myself. When people notice my scales or my snake eyes, they either want to hurt me or ignore me. Most people ignored me anyway because, well, that’s human nature, right? Ignore problems. Ignore social issues. Ignore those things they wished weren’t there. And I happen to be that. I’m a homeless teen. And more than that, I’m a meta-human. They would prefer to think there isn’t a homeless problem in Oxford, let alone the UK.
Based on her reaction, I feel no one has ever treated this girl with respect and common decency. And that perturbed me. No person should be mistreated, and I don’t care what their station in life or if they were born with abilities. I also don’t care that’s it’s not a popular opinion amongst those of what is considered my peerage. I released my hold on her, and the most she’d done was turned to face me fully. Smart. She wasn't trying to run from us. “Adder.” she said. “That’s not a name.” Ashton rolls his eyes. “Like the snake?” I question. It made sense. Now that I was closer, I could see the scales along her neck and cheekbones. I could properly look at her eyes and see the pupils were more like that of a snake than a human. “Yeah, like the snake. And it is my name. Or at least the only one I know. So, what’s a couple of socialites like yo
Well, I was sore as hell, but I had won. That means I could get something small to eat tonight and keep money aside for either the next fight night or another meal sometime. I didn’t count my funds as I shoved the bills into my front pocket. I’m no fool. I know better than to count money in a place like this. Someone like me would try to steal it.Over the speaker, I heard the crackling calling of the next fighters, and my ears perked hearing the name ‘Mason’. I headed closer, wanting to see if this was the Mason I had met or someone else. And then I saw him. It was the Mason I had met, alright. He was handing his pocket watch, I was right, to his mate along with his tee.I watched him as he passed me. I’ve come to these fights on and off for a year now, since
In small ways, Adder made me think of my kid sister Gabrielle. Well, except Gabby would never come to such an event, nor would she be dressed even close to how Adder is. She had grown quiet as the match began. I watched as Ashton and this champ circled each other, assessing each other.From my vantage, I saw none. But Ashton must have seen something as he grinned at the champ. "What he grinning for?" Adder asked. "He must have spotted a weak point." I explained. I still couldn’t be sure what the weak point was. But that was quickly answered as the champ moved to throw a punch at Ashton.Ashton dropped down low and went directly for the man's legs getting him to the ground, and started to twist at the left ankle. The man grunted, hitting the ground, and tried t