Not His Wife Novels & Stories

“Sandy! You’re my best friend!” Sandy’s beautiful face turned into something ugly as she raised her lips in disgust. “I’ve always hated you,” she spat. A noise from behind the throne caught my attention, and I turned to see a pristine white sheet hanging from the balcony. “Behold the marriage sheet!” Hunter yelled to the startled crowd. “My wife is no virgin!” And then the whispers began. We wolves are in no terms conservative with our sexuality. However, when we marry, we must swear if we are or aren’t “intact.” It doesn’t matter if we had multiple partners before finding a mate. What matters is our honesty. A dishonest wolf is a dire wolf.

“That’s funny, because he lets men bid on his wife all the time.” “What?” My chest hollowed. My breath hitched like I’d been punched. “His… wife?” Corian has a wife? He said there was no one else! “Oh, you didn’t know? Sweet.” He smirked, proud of himself. “Corian’s never had a problem watching men throw cash at his wife. Then suddenly you show up, and now he doesn’t want to play.” My head spun, spinning so hard it hurt to think. He has a wife?!

Just his tone yet it shuts her up instantly. His fingers tap once on the table then he turns to me. Right to me. Eyes locked so intensely those ocean orbs sears something through my chest. It’s as if something awoke in him. “No.” Just that. No? No what? He leans forward a fraction, lowering his voice until it settles like smoke between us. “I’m not your patient am I?” My breath catches. His eyes flick to my mouth. Then back to my eyes. Slowly. With clear certainty. “You’re my wife.” W-what?

“Good. Then you have absolutely no right to interfere with how I spend my Saturday night.” His jaw locks up so tight I can actually see the muscle ticking beneath his skin. “We’re still married, Dahlia.” “Not for long. And legally speaking, we’re separated, which means you get exactly zero say in what I do or who I do it with.” I set my glass down and lean back in my chair. “So unless you’re here for the wine, which I highly recommend by the way, you should probably leave.” There are three men standing behind him in suits and they’re all staring at me like I’ve just announced I’m from Mars. They didn’t know his mysterious wife was me. Didn’t know we were getting divorced. Probably didn’t eve

“Why don’t we just shoot the sheriff between the eyes and be done with it?” “Because that hasn’t worked for anyone else,” he snapped. “Every hit on him failed. He’s a ghost. But his brother? He’s real, and he’s unprotected.” I leaned back in my chair, blowing out a slow breath. “And while I’m stuck playing happy little teacher, you’ll be at home, playing husband?” His jaw tightened. “You leave my wife out of this.” I sneered, lighting a cigarette just to piss him off more. “Your wife? The same woman you met three months ago? And that stepdaughter I’ve never seen? You act like they’re royalty.”

“What can I do for you sir?” “Where is your boss?” To his credit, he went silent. “He isn’t in right now.” “That wasn’t my question. Where the fuck is he and why was his wife passed out in the middle of the fucking road?” He swallowed deeply. “He’s out sir, with Margaret.” “Who?” “His late brother’s wife. He took her on a beautiful date in town” It took all my self-control to not chuck the phone across the room. “You mean to tell me the bastard is on a date while his wife is fighting for her life? Are you fucking kidding me? She could have died. He always picks her up from work, doesn’t he?”

I blinked. "Never?" He hesitated. "Just one." Something about the way he said it caught my attention. "One?" "Yeah." I waited. He picked at the label on his Coke can. Then he spoke again. "My wife." The words settled between us. My wife. I turned toward him. For a moment, I wasn't certain I'd heard correctly. "Your wife?" He nodded. "Yeah." I looked at his left hand. No wedding ring. I'd noticed that before, although I'd never given it much thought.

“What is wrong with you?” He turned on me. “Why did you entertain that?” I laughed in disbelief. “Entertain? I said no.” “You stayed.” “For thirty seconds.” “That was thirty seconds too long.” I stepped toward him. “You do realize I am a person, not territory.” His jaw tightened. “Wrong.” I stared. “Excuse me?” “You are my wife.” “That is not ownership.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for one hot second before returning to my eyes. “Say that again.”

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

In the middle of a hurricane, I camped out on the app and snagged the last designated-driver job of the night. The man who got in wore a tailored suit and carried himself with an expensive kind of polish. He casually pulled out a few crisp bills and tucked them into the gap beside my seat. "Driving people around isn't easy these days. You even have to take jobs in a hurricane." I smiled but said nothing. His gaze landed on my ring. "You're married?" I nodded at him through the rearview mirror. "We've been married a year." "Why not get a nicer ring?" He held out his hand. "My fiancée bought me mine. Guess how much it cost." The platinum band on his finger was set with a sizable diamon