Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

“Perhaps tomorrow night he will dine with us. We were about to depart for our annual hunt, I would be honored if you and your Beta would join us?” The word hunt was misleading since nothing would actually be hunted. Every she-wolf would be given a fifteen-minute head start before the males went on the prowl. It was a very exciting event, or so I was always told, as it allowed the males to prove their strength to the she-wolves, and it also gave the she-wolves a chance to earn some fame and glory. The she-wolves who managed to make it till midnight without getting captured were then honored during the Pack run the following night. It was also a chance for mated pairs to test one another's pro

trophy wives" doesn't mean we've got to be actual wives. " "Very true," Clementine agreed, "I have sex with my husband once a year and that's simply because one of his mistresses fails to answer the phone, or we do so, simply for the fact that we should. I have a Mister or two who take care of my needs and that's that." "Wait," I held up my hands as I looked around the table, "you're telling me, you all have misters?" I asked them in surprise. They nodded, I mean even Emma and Emma's what? Twenty!

I rolled my eyes in disbelief, “Wolves, Vampires and whatnot don’t exist Mrs Maisel. I’m pretty sure it’s just a cooked up story by some story tellers from your— “No!!” She cried out, I jolted sharply at the sudden outburst, “My husband was a demon Hunter! He died in the hands on an alpha wolf!!” Mrs Maisel’s husband died in the military, from a chickenpox outbreak. I nodded quietly and waited until she was done ranting before I reached the creek. The woman was a nutcase, and a pretty persistent one. She made sure I had wore a bracelet made of some twigs around my wrists, saying it would protect me from evil spirits.

Luna, her pregnancy not hindering her spirit, prepared with the pack for the essential hunt. In the Nampa forest, hunting wasn't just about the thrill of the chase; it was a sacred act, deeply rooted in the pack's respect for their enchanted home. They hunted only what they needed, ensuring the delicate balance of their realm remained undisturbed. Luna, with her keen eyes and agile movements, exemplified this reverence for the forest.

We backed the Jeep in and found the sisters parked on the front porch, beers in hand. Colin ran over, still completely stoked over his first hunting trip, but before we were 10 seconds into our story we were cut off. Mom was holding her nose, and pointing to the lake. "Go! In the lake, clothes and all. Now!" Aunt Marie was no better. "Lord, y'all stink! You're filthier than those pigs you claimed to be hunting. Harold, I gave you my handsome boy and you returned this?"

The woman named Herta was nowhere in sight. “Moon Goddess is blessing us again this year to hold this Hunting event.” Nash began. “Like the previous years, the top three with the most hunted animals will get prizes. Remember, don’t shift. The moment you shift, you will be eliminated.” Nash motioned for Noah to step forward, then said. “This year, my dear brother is able to join us. Give him a round of applause.” The crowds did as instructed. “Then let the hunt begin.”

"And also, because your uncle Waylen and his family are Hunters, we had to keep it a secret to protect you." "Werewolf hunters? Nueva mumbled quietly. She briefly remembered how awkward her family had seemed every time her uncle and his family had come for visits. She had always put it down to that they just weren't that close. "They just chose to go another way." Miranda shrugged her shoulders in a way that showed that she had accepted that people would do their own thing. "Your uncle's wife Dovie comes from a long line of hunters, and they got their grip on Waylen a long time ago".

It was the only thing she could say at the moment, completely dumbfounded by what they were seeing. “People of the Royal Pack, I, Beta Hunter Greene, am here to announce something. After long years of waiting, I finally found my mate. Everyone, I would like you to meet my beautiful wife-to-be, Loreal Willis.”

Whoever they met and talked they made fun of them later mimicking their voices as they sounded really odd and funny with their actions. Half of the guests left and Karan's few friend's left too as their wives were at home. No one of them brought their wives with them as they didn't have any idea if they could go or not on this short notice. Karan asked them to bring their wives and toddlers to his wedding and they nodded saying they will. While Farha felt hungry she dragged them too and Karan awaited to have dinner with Dia. When he saw them going to the counter stalls he sighed thinking maybe he expected much and went with his friend's and brother to grab food.

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.