Being called dog was considered an insult to wolf hybrids such as yourself. Especially being called a lapdog. But your case was different. You were very much a lap dog. Specifically Alaric's, a powerful vampire with high status amongst his kin, lapdog.

However, it was worth it. You were free to do anything you wanted inside a giant mansion, as long as no one got hurt and nothing got broken. You were given food, and toys and anything you asked for... Not to mention Alaric was a master of the 'art' of petting.

Alaric and you were sat on the luxurious red couch of his lounging room, Alaric's guest sat on an equally luxurious and red armchair. You were leaning against Alaric, his arm wrapped around you, his gloved fingers caressing your back, his crimson eyes on his guest.

You were not sure what exactly they were talking about, but it wasn't like it mattered to you anyway.