The Hunting Wives Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FOURTEEN — The House on Birchwood POV: Elena Voss I drove to Birchwood Drive entirely alone. I told myself I was simply gathering vital diagnostic information. That was the truth. Mostly. The other, much uglier truth was that I needed to see it with my own eyes. I didn't want photographs, deeds, or forensic spreadsheets anymore; I needed to look at the exact physical location where my twenty-year marriage had gone to die.

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, not caring if his bride found it completely disheveled or not “The sooner we start this ceremony, the sooner it will end.” In silence, still with an expression that would make anyone believe he was about to be sentenced to the gallows, Isabelle made a slight movement with her head towards the two wolves that were guarding the chapel door, but that was enough to make they wrapped their hands around the door handles and began to pull the solid wood doors, gradually revealing the brightness of the sun outside, before Hunter's bride. Now, instead of murmurings and theories about the future, the wolves just held their breath, probably waiting, just like Hu

A woman growled unscathed but growled with a miracle-working so I immediately ran towards Hunter's room where it came from. My eyes widened at what I saw. I was trembling that I could not understand. Hunter, with a woman on the bed. The woman is on top of him and grinding. They are both naked and I am not a fool to know what they are doing. I don't know how many minutes I stood there crying and watching them. Until I decided to aim for my bedroom. I cried as I remembered their position. 'Why? Why did Hunter do this to me? Here in our house. Yes, I'm just a wife on paper, but it's still a wife. '

" Dear Beta Eden, I trust you are well. you may not remember our meeting so I will formally introduce myself again. I am Queen Audrey of the witches. I am the mate of your Alpha Benjamin. It may be hard to believe but certain events if you look back will prove that there is some truth to my words. I know my mate's disappearance has brought about a lot of confusion among your pack and might cause some rebellion among your members and if word of his disappearance was heard outside the pack it would bring war for a possible takeover. But do not fear, as your wife Mary would have already told you, I have cast a protection spell. you are all free to leave the boundary and walk back in as you wish

I poured myself three fingers of scotch from the crystal decanter on my dresser and drank it in one burning gulp. I walked to the window overlooking the city skyline. Somewhere out there was the burned shell of Hunt Enterprises. Somewhere out there was my son choosing a murderous gold-digger over his own family. Somewhere out there was Mitchelle Roth building an empire on the ashes of everything I had worked to create. But I was Diana Hunt. I had survived my husband's death and taken control of his empire. I had navigated hostile board meetings and cutthroat business rivals. I had built this family's legacy from the ground up after losing everything once before.

“One-hundred and seventy-three daughters. Sisters. We need to do better. We must do better. We will do better. And that starts today.” Wyatt kissed the top of his sister’s head. She smiled at him and then went back to where their parents were watching her kids. “Now, for those wanting to know about my mate. Yes, I found her at what would have been her first Hunt. Would have been because she was not there. She feared the Hunt so much, she ran away. And she didn’t just run away, she RAN. AWAY.” Wyatt smiled at her. “The other day, she told me that if she had just been at the Hunt, we would have had ten years together. But I would not want her any other way than how she is. And if she had not s

"No way. That's too good for him after all the trouble he's caused, Miss LePenn! We need to teach him a lesson!" "Yeah! Make him clean up after the meeting! He can be our janitor for free in exchange for seeing Jaxie for free!" "I like that idea. Let him clean the entire estate himself!" One fan meeting had turned a half-acre estate into a dump, and now they expected me to clean up their mess alone? What chilled me to the bone was Sylvia's hesitation. Instead of apologizing, she hemmed and hawed. She did not admit our relationship. I remembered how fiercely she had sworn her love to me when we first became engaged. Now I understood why she had refused to move forward with the wedding. She wa

But I also couldn't explain what I'd just discovered, that my entire wedding had been built on a fundamental deception. "I need to go," I whispered. "Mara…" He called out my name, but I was already moving, already leaving the bathroom. I grabbed my robe tighter and walked out, leaving him standing there wet and confused, his dark eyes following me with an expression I couldn't read. Behind me, I heard him exhale sharply. But he didn't follow me. --- I found a quiet corner of the library on the ground floor and locked the door behind me. I pressed my thumb against the keypad, missed the 5, hit it again. The phone slipped half an inch down my palm before I caught it.