The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28

The massive dog, wolf-like in appearance and nearly half the height of a man, thundered down the staircase from the second floor with unstoppable force. Its fierce cry pierced the air, sending shivers down the spines of everyone nearby.

On the first floor, guests scattered in panic, their startled voices echoing through the grand hall as they rushed for safety.

Seizing the moment amid the chaos, Yvonne gave Claire’s wheelchair a gentle but purposeful push, nudging it closer toward Nina.

In the midst of the turmoil, frail and slender Nina was suddenly knocked hard to the floor. Before she could even gather her breath from the fall, she caught sight of the enormous dog barreling straight toward her.

Unluckily for her, she had landed directly in the path of the charging beast.

Through the frantic howls and snarls, Nina thought she heard the dog’s voice, urgent and clear: “Run. Airstrike incoming. My owner’s in danger!”

Her mind flashed back to her college days when she had interned with the Global Animal Welfare Alliance, working in war zones to rescue animals caught in conflict. She remembered how military dogs were trained to sniff out mines, patrol dangerous perimeters, and track down survivors amidst chaos.

Nina’s eyes narrowed as realization struck her like lightning. This was no ordinary dog. It was a former military canine, still haunted by the ghosts of war.

She knew from experience that animals and humans suffering from post-war trauma often hallucinated, believing they were still in combat zones, their nerves frayed and their instincts on high alert.

Nina understood she couldn’t simply dodge the dog’s charge—it would be futile. Instead, she extended a steady hand and shouted, “Help me!”

Dogs like this were drilled from puppyhood with one unbreakable command: protect humans at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives.

She was banking everything on that instinct.

“Help me!” she called out again, her voice trembling but resolute.

The dog heard her desperate plea. In a heartbeat, its wild charge slowed, and just before reaching her, it collided with Nina—not to attack, but to shield.

The dog pushed her gently to the ground, then curled its massive body protectively around her. Its four strong paws braced firmly, anchoring her in place. Its furry head pressed against her neck, guarding her most vulnerable spot.

If this were a battlefield, the dog would be a living shield, absorbing bullets and shrapnel to keep her safe.

The fierce, savage cries softened into a low, comforting whine: “You’re safe, ma’am. Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you.”

Nina’s eyes welled with tears. She wrapped her arms around the dog, clutching it tightly as if it were the only anchor in a storm.

This enormous, intimidating creature—one that could easily frighten anyone into fleeing—was, at its very core, a rescuer. Despite its scars and trauma, its first and strongest instinct was to save.

The dog’s coat was surprisingly soft, well cared for, and holding it felt like hugging a giant plush toy filled with warmth and safety.

With tears shimmering in her eyes, Nina gently stroked its head. “Good boy. The air raid is over now. We’re safe.”

As a top student who always paired knowledge with hands-on experience, Nina had plenty of practice calming anxious animals.

She leaned closer, massaging the spots behind the dog’s ears with both hands, whispering softly, “We’re in a peaceful, beautiful place now. The buildings here are grand and clean. We’ve left the battlefield far behind.”

Slowly, she felt the dog’s tense body begin to relax.

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