The Density of Lawolves: The Tale of a Stupid Puppy
Chapter Seven
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"No," I repeated. "I can't apologize for something that I am not sorry for, Puppy, and you should know this." I looked at him for a response but he gave none, eyes still glued to the floor.
"You'll be sorry soon enough," the Coquette chimed in, head held high as she stalked over towards where the pup stood with his head down. "Apologize to me and leave."
"I thought I made it clear the first ten times I said it? I will not take back the fact that you're a whore and I will not leave until you tell him it's over and let him be!"
"If you won't apologize for how you think then we'll have to change your mind," she giggled, nudging her chin at the top of the puppy's head.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her naivety. "You cannot change how a Lawolf thinks, Coquette."
"He'll have to force you to if you don't," she hissed menacingly, nudging the pup's ear once more and letting her tongue out to kiss him.
"No," he shied from her tongue and backed away. "I won't force her to do anything but leave," the puppy stated, looking up at her. "She's right; no one can change how a Lawolf thinks."
"Well surely you can change her mind, my sweet little puppy?" she cooed at him. I almost puked.
"Do I mean anything to you?" he asked, turning to look her in the eyes. His were wide and hopeful, pleading for a truthful answer. I knew what was coming, it was just what I needed, but it would break his heart…
"Of-of course you do!" she stuttered, rolling her eyes slightly at his query. "You mean a lot to me, sweetheart…" she paused, flicking her tongue at her fangs quickly before continuing, a smile dancing on her lips. "Although, you'd mean even more to me if you dispose of this tight-ass bitch for me."
I was unable to hide the expression of shock on my face. She'd just basically asked the Puppy to choose either her or me, and I knew where his heart lied.
"What?" he stammered, obviously shocked as well.
"Please, my little Wolfie?" she cooed into his ear, licking it slightly.
He looked at me from the corner of his eye, pleading for help… or was it a look pleading for forgiveness? Surely he wasn't going to…
I sighed and shook my head. So it had come to this…
