Romans & histoires Hunting Wives

I chuckle before replying, “Just one more thing we have in common." “Why bother with dairy products when you can have the whole cow?” she says as her hand drifts over mine, her wet skin soft and slippery from the hot water. “I’m assuming those are what you hunt if deer are scarce?” The slight catch in her voice makes me shift from relaxed to concerned. “I wanted to talk to you about that.” Now’s the perfect time to clear the air. “Normally when wolves announce a mating, the packs hunt in celebration. In this circumstance, I think it’s best if we do things differently.”

The reporters were clearly eager to pressure us and force us to reveal secrets ourselves. But just as I was about to get into the car, I heard someone’s voice that made me freeze. “Are you actually husband and wife?” Suddenly, everything around me turned into a dull buzzing. I couldn’t hear anything else except that question repeating over and over. Being husband and wife was a secret that didn’t need to be known by others. Even our marriage itself had been kept hidden. In the past, news about Sebastian having been married had once spread, but in the end it completely disappeared.

(Almira’s POV) I stood on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, watching the frenzied celebration of the wolf packs. The void within me grew deeper. This is the annual Hunt Festival for all werewolves, a highly anticipated event akin to a year-end celebration. This year, it was hosted by the strongest wolf pack in North America. Not only did they provide expensive drinks, but they also gathered werewolves from various packs, greatly increasing our chances of finding mates.

“We save those women. We destroy that place. We give those babies a chance at real life.” Shiloh reached out her pinky. “Deal.” I wrapped mine around hers. “Deal.” Two hunters. One wolf. Bound by something stronger than blood. Sisterhood.

[SUMMER HUNT GROUND] The next day, we were all gathered at the meeting point. Each pack stood with their members. “Welcome everyone to this year’s summer hunt. We’re glad to have everyone here with us. This hunt is mainly for entertainment and fairness. Hence, when hunting in the woods, she-wolves and wolves will be separated by gender to ensure fairness.” Alpha Cato, the alpha of the Red Cast pack and the host for the summer hunt, announced and was heavily applauded.

one of the hunters shouted, his voice carrying across the trees. We had crossed paths with them before—men carrying shotguns, knives, and other weapons reeking of iron and gunpowder. Some of them even carried small explosives strapped to their belts. I had smelled the stench long before they appeared, the foul tang of human ambition and greed lingering in the air. I knew the type. Hunters. Men who killed for trophies. Who saw creatures like us as nothing more than beasts to be mounted on walls or sold for coin. “Hera, run,” I whispered sharply to my wife as soon as the first rifle swung in her direction.

One of the officials argued. "Not well enough." I snapped dismissively. If he had done his fucking job well, his team would have found Allison long before now. I looked back at the map- the red dots looking like blood splatter now, reminding me of her bloodied feet, the dead bodies and the masked men. "My wife has been gone seventy two hours." My grip on the marker hardened until it broke. "Every hour we waste is every hour is every hour she loses and every hour that he gains."

, for the second time. They had gotten hitched in Greece in a small church with only family and Tina. They didn’t want any attention so they did a small reception and went on an holiday to Maldives. “I told you earlier that my mother doesn’t do roughing it,’” Nathan whispered in her ear as he snuck up behind her, arms sliding around her waist. “I knew she wasn’t into anything simple.” Rachel leaned back into him instinctively, letting her head rest on his shoulder. “Are those velvet sleeping bags over there?” He grinned. “Custom-made. Egyptian cotton linings. You married rich, babe.” She laughed, waving her wedding ring. “I married you.” From across the site, Victoria raised a manicure