Alpha's Wife Hunt Mga Nobela at Kwento

She said this, slumping on the chair in front of her and gulping down a glass of water she had taken from the table. "Excuse me, but do I know you?" Alpha Cameroon asked her. He had never seen her anywhere, and she did not look like one of the bitches he had been screwing behind his wife's back. "You are joking, right?" She laughed, but when he looked at her with a serious expression, she placed the glass back on the table. "Are you serious? I am Alina, Alpha Killan's wife." She said, and then continued, "I've been talking to you for almost a year now." She took out her phone from her purse and showed him his number on her favorite list.

It smelled of antiseptic and expensive cologne. Dr. Vane. Ethan ripped it open. There was no letterhead. Just a single sheet of paper, typed in a precise, clinical font. And a memory stick. To the High Alpha, I trust you are enjoying your solitude. It is quiet without the static, isn't it? I am writing to inform you that your wife is safe. For now. She is... responding to treatment. However, her condition is complex. The data I have gathered on her physiology—and the physiology of the Hybrid King—is fascinating.

He snapped barely letting the words leave my mouth. I scoffed, glad that he had caught the bait that I tossed perfectly. “So the alpha goes after rogues now?” I frowned, my brows raised. “Let me rephrase that….” “….so the alpha married hours before to a woman who isn’t his mate, a woman who he declared as Luna had nothing more important to do. And then decided to hunt rogues?” I asked. I had Thor do some digging. The members erupted in whispers and I spotted the exact moment the mask of confidence slipped off the bastard's face.

"I want my new wife, Abena to remain the Luna until she chooses any of my princes as her fated mate and together they shall rule this pack with honor and diversity. I have bestowed her with the breath of life, only she has the power to heal now!" We will commence the burial of the late Alpha afterward the new Luna will choose his alpha and together they'll be marked. The pack Orator announced. I froze immediately, I can't believe what I just heard now. My alpha and husband is dead, and of all days, he chose to die, on the day which is supposed to be my happiest day ever.

“We know why,” one of them replies sharply. “You want to remain as Luna and you know the pack witch would stand in your way to see the prophecy fulfilled, that’s why you had her murdered. We have had enough, the phoenix Luna is our Luna, she is the Alpha’s mate. It has been proven, she must become Luna and you must pay for your crimes.” “Alpha, we know she is your wife and currently our Luna and we personally mean you no disrespect but she is a criminal, she must be brought to justice and you deserve better, she has blood on her hands.”

She asked. "The alpha's wife." "You call the Alpha's wife by name?" "Sometimes." "Wow, I thought the people of Arbedour hold their leaders with tremendous self-esteem." "Yes, we do. Calling them by their names means nothing. You can't call the alpha by his name though except –" "You want to be roasted." Hoots glared at Danika. "You're matching my energy, I like you," "He has a wife who is pregnant." Hoots' fiance said from behind them.

I roared, saying sharply, "I don't want to see you now in front of me; go to your room." She replied angrily, "Don't forget Alpha; I am your wife and the legitimate luna of the pack. I will never betray you, and I will never mess with a man other than you, unlike her." She dropped her bomb and walked away. The next moment I was right behind her, twisting her right arm behind her back, approaching her ear, and speaking in a threatening tone, "I'll cut your throat, Hela, if you say this again; save your tongue; and I don't want to hear this again; don't forget she's my mate."

he explained, “but when it can no longer be hidden, you’ll know my words are true and you’ll meet me right here.” The next six months was the worst time of my entire life. Alpha hid his wife from the entire pack, claiming she was down with the flu, and she only made swift appearances in public. I told myself she wasn’t pregnant, just the flu, but that damn boy’s voice kept resounding in my ears. I rationalized Alpha’s strange behavior. If his wife were indeed pregnant, he’ll be the first person to tell me right? Wrong! He announced her pregnancy to the entire pack on the sixth month. Claiming she would soon put to bed, and they were going on a journey to ensure her safe delivery.

Dorian Vainthott was a fierce ally indeed. “Well…” Marissa hedged, her gaze returning to Alpha Brash. He didn’t notice though, his head drooping in disappointment. “Alpha Nightshade, if I may?” An Alpha rose to my left, and I immediately recognized her as the wife of the werewolf who had raped the Blackwell girl – the woman who had offered to take the girl in, who the girl had clearly been afraid of. She had taken over rule of their territory when her husband had been imprisoned for rape.