Master's Untamed Wife Novels & Stories

You wouldn’t believe the kinds of things these girls say about the master. It’s been a hectic week for everyone since the announcement of his arrival. We’ve all been on edge—nobody wants to get on the master’s bad side. They say he’s cold, ruthless, and only ever softens up around his wife. Apparently, they were betrothed since childhood. He must really love her.

The whole fucking time it was her. The moment she called me ‘master’ it was like my brain cracked. The walls separating my sub and my wife crumbled to the ground. I spend her naked form around and open the doors to our private deck. High wooden walls on the left and right. Straight ahead just the ocean and the end of the storm.

"It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise." My throat was so dry that it was almost impossible for me to say a word. Stella smiled and continued criticizing, "Though it was fortunate that he couldn't announce your marriage publicly because the Hoods cannot accept such a weak and incapable woman into their family. All they could do was wait till you were 'qualified' before they made their announcement. "However, you—the mafia boss's secret wife—are about to die. You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly.

Now, learning about the sad fate of Vintage only made her want to embrace The Master and whisper words of consolation to him. She'd seen the video footage, how fierce his wolf was. It was an instant turn on. She felt guilty for getting the arousal, but how could she stop it? There was no getting that. The same way there wasn't getting around the fact that The Master was a wolf! She'd been clueless all this time. Clueless that he not only swam in affluence, but also dripped of masculinity. The Master was everything she needed in a man. However, she wondered why he kept this aspect of his life secret. After all, this was Brookehurt. Majority of people here were werewolves.

“Calm down, calm down. Third Master doesn’t care whether you wash your hair, bathed or changed your clothes.” “Oh Really? Then what does he cares about?” They humbly asked for advice. I rubbed my chin and thought for a while, “Third Master cares about his wife.” “Ah! Is Third Master married?” They were at a loss. “He is still single, but he has a marriage pattern. Madam is the Apple of Third Master’s eye. If you want to notice by him, you had better work hard for madam. Only in this way, you can to be noticed, you got it?”

Stacy taunted dangerously, "Unless and until you want to be killed in our master's hands." Kia's breaths ran hither-thither just like her voice, "Wh… what?" "Don't you know how crazy he goes even when we touch his expensive stuff. He will shoot us dead if he sees his bride being carried by a man other than him." Stacy explained. I could feel the hair all over my body stand erect on hearing how dangerous their Master was. He had to be crazily obsessed with me or else why would he invite trouble by snatching away ALPHA SILAS' wife?

Mrs Doncastle was an Alpha and just as her younger brother, the host of this party, she was quite tall and lanky. Her hair was made in a tight bun and her thin lips pressed together as a sign of displeasure. She was wearing a light gray dress, elegant but without any unnecessary ornaments. Pure and simple. There wasn’t much of a feminine touch in her appearance, compared to Omegas like Arya she was simply .. less attractive. Her husband was an Alpha too, he was taller with dark hair and looked plain but wasn’t hurtful for the eyes. Wearing elegant clothes, he made a positive appearance. From what Arya had learned from Mrs Netherfell who suddenly had an urge to gossip and well let’s name it a

His apprehensive round of pacing came to a halt once quickened footsteps echoed in his ears, and with a head swerved, Killian beheld a maid. Her grip on the trolley's handle was as shaky, and so was her master's mental stability. “F-forgive me, Master but the Young Mistress refused; she didn't even open the door!” Truly, remorseful, she announced as her eyes lowered into a pitiful stare centered on the aged man. In the viewpoints of many, he was such a kind and generous boss, so beholding him in such a disorganized, and never seen state became hard to watch. Again, Killian's wholesome relationship with the Young Mistress — Francess melted the hearts of many. Oh, how sorry each felt for him.

He said, to spite the proud sex slave. "You and I know that you're bluffing and nothing of such has happened. Have fun protecting us." She hissed and opened the door. Killian in his inner fury stormed out of the door. He and Elina hated each other and could never eat from the same plate or pass a place without the stench of hatred brewing between the two of them. "Strip." The master spoke after he had sipped from his wine glass. He still held some fury against his father, his kingdom, and certainly, his new wife. He had never met her before but he was already beginning to loathe her. Her presence would make his life miserable.

She was still passing her hand through her hair to make it neat while hailing a cab. This is not good after she started visiting him his attitude started changing not much but I know my husband... well boss now. Someone has some explaining to do, forgetting my coffee I walked into the building. 'Hi, Laura you're really good at keeping secrets.' Lissa giggled stopping me in my tracks . 'What secret?' I asked confused. 'Oh, come on are you telling us that the partner of the boss doesn't know he is about to marry his fiancee?' 'Who?'