Novel & Cerita Bow Wow Wife

It was just a frown after all. Pack mother did not show up. However, she did show up exactly five days later. “You are late!” A harsh growl bounced against the walls of the meeting hall the moment we entered. A heavily built tall figure dressed in an overall khaki appeared in the far end of the room. “That's the Pack mother?” I mumbled to myself, blinking. “Yes. She's chief elder Wraith’s wife,” Beatrice revealed. “She's Elder Wraith’s wife?!!” Goddess, why didn't anyone say anything?!

My name is Christine Wheeler. I just got married yesterday, and my husband, Matthew Wheeler, already complained about my skills in bed, so he signed me up for the "Wife Training Camp." The guy running it was Peter Sutton. He was extremely well-endowed, the kind that couldn't fit in your mouth. Right after I joined the group chat, he posted the assignment for the day. Every member had to practice their hip movements. We had to make our ass jiggle like Jell‑O, and then film it and post the video in the chat.

Their eyes widened, jaws dropped and they were baffled. It was unbelievable! Luna was the wife of the Wolf King!

Dad asked, as we all looked at Bowen's face, just as the cook positioned a plate filled with hot pasta before him. "Well, I don't know, but she is an alpha wolf. According to her, she claimed she was an Omega, and that was why she was banished, so it occurred that she is an alpha she-wolf, but the funniest part is that she is pregnant too," Bowen laughed, and my face fell as my wolf retreated like it had been betrayed again. "What's wrong? Why the sad look on you all faces?" Bowen asked, but I stood up and left the table not interested in sitting there with them and listening to what Bowen was rambling about.

Even now baby wilo's laughing so hard about her husband's little butt dance. Elliona ran up to his husband who now focusing on the Macbook in front of him. With glasses perched on his nose, William was repeatedly more charismatic in his eyes. Elliona wiped her husband's shoulders off the side, making William turned his head and took off his spectacles. Puller the wife to sit on his lap. Wrapping his hand around her big belly, one of his hands rubbed the belly growing each day. While she hung her left hand on William's neck and her right hand wiped her husband’s smooth tib-covered chest.

His whispers tickle my ears as I succumb to the feeling of haven he has provided while I writhe in his arms, a prey to his love. It was all too much and his intense gaze at me is making my breath hitch. I felt my cheeks growing hotter by the second. I cleared my throat, "Nope. You are wrong. I can't see clearly in the dark. Plus, there's nothing wrong with what I'm doing. I am your wife." I stated as a matter of fact. The blush is still adorning my cheeks and spreading to my neck, making me scratch my ear and hold his amused gaze. "Everything is right with what you are doing, love." He pulled my hand and I cannot help but smirk at him.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars." I stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what I heard. My wife actually paid an escort to keep me happy? It made no sense to me. I thought I'd misheard Celeste. But when I laid my hands on her again, she pushed my hands away once more. "Pay up. Otherwise, don't touch me." What was Bella thinking? I had to get to the bottom of this. So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?"

Dawn pulled her face up and quickly climbed on top of me, mounting my staff then leaning over and pressing her huge tits against my chest. I watched JT take up position between my legs and guessed what was coming next. "She wants a taste of what Beth got. Who am I to say no?" JT explained, and I felt his tiny, 100 pound waif of a wife shiver as he buried his long cock inside her butt. "Stop. Just hold it there," she cried out to her husband, slowly growing used to her newest invader.

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.