Novel & Cerita The Hunting Wives Book

He was standing behind her, his body pressed into hers pretending to admire the enormous painting before them, but his mind was naughtily elsewhere. She’d been pretending to fight him off for the past three days of their honeymoon here, but it was all an act. She couldn’t get enough of her new hubby’s advances. But a woman must always remember one thing: men—especially wolves—need to hunt. The chase is never over. If it leaves, the spark leaves with it.

I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement as I whispered, "This is just so humiliating." "I don't care if you fire me over this," Lucien said, rushing up the stairs two at a time, the weight in his arms slowing him down only slightly. "My priority is getting my wife to the hospital, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." My wife. The word landed strange and warm in my chest even through the pain, even knowing what it was and wasn't.

Abby's mother was very beautiful and as my mother had told me often, their wedding had become the talk of the entire pack after they had returned from the Apollo pack together. Everyone knew that her husband absolutely adored her, but after he died, Abby's mother was subjected to harassment from the pack members, apart from the mountain of grief that had landed on her head. Single as well as mated wolves were known to chase after her to get her to marry them, every chance they got.

“Wait—is that white truffle?!” She grabbed the pasta plate like a child claiming a favorite toy. Nicholas smirked. “Special food for a special day. You can record everything, you know. Post it. Show the world you’re the beloved wife of Nicholas Anthony.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to say that a third time, right?” “I’m just trying to be a good husband,” he said with a casual shrug. “Then be a good one!” she retorted. Nicholas tilted his head, curious. “How? How does one become a good husband?”

POV 3 She was fixing her hair that night when the man she loved so much walked in and smiled at her. As usual, Cassandra let Sebastian brush her hair. They had been married for years and lived a happy life. The small gestures of care from Sebastian made Cassandra love him even more. After that, Sebastian cleaned himself up, and the two of them sat facing each other. “I heard from Iker that Miles brought a woman covered in blood from his office.” Sebastian started the conversation, while the woman in front of him slightly furrowed her brows. She realized that her husband hadn’t changed at all.

That memory has haunted me ever since that day, a reminder of how deceiving appearances can be and how you never truly know what lies beneath the surface. "Elise!" yelled Lizzy as she stormed through the door. She noticed me standing in front of the mirror, inspecting my dress. Lizzy came to a halt as she took in my attire, a flowing white gown with lace trimming. Her eyes widened. "Elise, is that…” “Are you wearing a wedding dress?" In disbelief, she inquired. She said, "You're getting married?" "Elise, are you going to marry that murderer?" Lizzy took a step towards me, frightened about her eyes watering up. "Did you forget about it already? Regarding what he did... "

"Wade, carry on with the marriage, I and your mom are solidly behind you." Mr Gilbert Roberto said as he smiled gleefully and tickled Mrs Angela in a bid to make her laugh. Wade and Daisy stared at Mr Gilbert and Mrs Angela as they playfully climbed upstairs to their room. ************************************************ Three weeks later… "Wake up Daisy, today is the day." The voice of Alison Melody was vehement jolting Daisy Hunter up from the bed. "It's my wedding day already?" Daisy Hunter asked, her voice barely above whispers. "Yes it is and you are running late already."