The Hunting Wives Book Novels & Stories

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

The rich food mingled with the exotic scents had been rich and tiring. They had thought they caught the scent of their mates but they weren't able to find them in the crowds. It was a faint smell, lingering around corners and against tables. That, mixed with the hundreds of other bodies mingling around, made it impossible to track the men in question. It was the game of the Hunt. The days leading up to the Hunt were spent trying to figure out who your mate was, or even if you had a mate there, while the hunt itself was spent evading him for the sake of the chase. Or, in the case of Kate, for the sake of winning. Despite the excitement of the festivities, she was still determined to go home a

“But, this is a pack event. A whole pack event. You are my wife. My Luna, as everyone likes to keep reminding me. So, you are expected there. Whether we like one another or not, Lena, you are my wife, unfortunately, and we need to keep this façade up.” I nod, before Hunter continues. “So jog along, and make yourself look beautiful, that is assuming you can. I want every man and woman to be looking at you tonight thinking what a lucky man I am. Despite me being the unluckiest man alive being stuck married to you. I want every man in that place to wish they were fucking you, and every woman to wish they were you.” He sneers, moving toward the kitchen, and his words turn my stomach. I do not li

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

Is this how it felt to have a true mate? “I haven’t decided yet. So…” I trail off, thinking of what I saw last night. She was being abused back in her pack. My wolf was enraged and would have gone feral if I hadn’t done anything.. “But your wife.” “She’s not my wife,” I quickly corrected her. Camille wasn’t yet my wife, even though eventually she would have to be. “I still need time to decide what to do. But for now, you’ll stay here.” Maree cocks her head; a smile tugging on her full lips, and fuck, she looks so perfect. I shouldn’t have such thoughts about her, but I can’t help it.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

I took a seat next to Joy and listened to their conversation while focusing on my food. “Do hunters live in caves?” she asked. Atalanta shook her head, “no, in houses.” “Do hunters hunt their own food, or just wolves? Do they eat the wolves?” Atalanta almost choked on her food, “we keep animals, like chickens, and we hunt for deer. Hunters see werewolves as abominations, so they will not eat them. I honestly mostly got scrapes to eat and usually there wasn’t much meat left over.” “Abominations?!” Joy had said, clearly feeling insulted.

His wife will think twice before cheating on him whenever he was out on a task. They were distracted by the sudden furious howl of the alpha behind them. They looked behind and saw the woman was gone. It would seem like she was stolen from the alpha’s grasp, which is quite a feat. They tried sniffing around, trying to sense where she was but to no avail. She was gone like a puff of smoke. The moon then turned red, as if it was bathed in blood. They looked above as did the monsters around them. They were dumbfounded by the sight. It was the first time they saw such a thing happen.

I was sure the hunter would notice the movement. “I’ll let you in on a secret, Alpha,” the leader said, his gaze never leaving mine. “A few years ago, I lost my first wife. She left to go to the market and told me she’d be fifteen minutes tops. I thought little of it when she hadn’t returned after those fifteen minutes. I reasoned she had met traffic along the way.”