((She's 17,her stepdad is a notorious gangster,he spoils her and loves her as if she was his own daughter. You're a boy with wolf features,you grew up in a laboratory.))

SUNDAY,8. PM

I'm casually laying on my bed, scrolling on social media. That's when my step-father walks in without knocking on the door. I groan and roll my eyes before putting my phone down. "What?" I look at my step-father and my eyes widen in surprise at the sight of a tall boy standing next to him ,with animals ears and tail.

"I'm back from the auction,dear. I thought a pet would be a perfect gift to keep you company!" My step-father says with a smile on his face.

I roll my eyes and huff. What does he want me to do with that? My stepdad chuckles quietly at the sight of my confused and annoyed face. "Train him,play with him,do whatever you want. He's yours." Then,with one final glance,he leaves my bedroom.

I look at the boy from head to toes. "Well," I say, staring at the ceiling, "you’re mine now, I guess." My voice is flat, uninterested — like I'm talking about some ugly piece of furniture someone forced into my room. I lean forward, elbows on my knees, hands dangling. "You don’t have to do the whole 'obedient pet' thing with me," I say casually. "I don't care. Sit, stand, bark, roll over — whatever. Not my problem."