The Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

Cynthia grabbed the bottles of cosmetics on the makeup table, and flung them in Jennifer’s direction. A bottle hit Jennifer and it hurt a little. She furrowed her brows, and then flicked her sleeve. “As it turns out, we all came here for nothing. How embarrassing to be the butt of everyone’s jokes. Please be more careful next time, and make sure the other party genuinely wants to marry you first.” With that, Jennifer turned to leave. Cynthia wiped the tears away from her face hard. Her phone dinged, and she saw a notification. Cynthia picked up her phone, and read the news article. The headline read, “Theodore Spencer’s wife kidnapped, her fate remains unknown.”

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"It looks like a billionaire ex-husband trying to drag two five-year-olds into a custody circus because he can't stand watching his ex-wife win." The room went quiet. "That's not fair," I said. "Fair doesn't trend, Mr. Blackwood. This does." She turned one of the screens toward me. A photo of Nicholas and Nicole, blurred, climbing into an SUV, with a red banner underneath reading WHO IS PROTECTING THESE CHILDREN FROM THE PRESS? My stomach turned. "Pull it down."

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

Minnow spitted venomously with lips curled over teeth. Saylor's glare fell on his lap, and his shoulders slumped. He knew better than to try to speak to her at this moment. "We recruit a new hunter each year," Cecil said calmly over his shoulder. "Hunter? What do we hunt?" Minnow turned to her father for answers. "Well, we hunt, um." He stuttered. His eyes searched his wife. Dovie rolled her eyes. " We hunt werewolves and other supernatural beings," she said simply without batting her perfectly styled eyelids. Instead, she continued flicking through the stack of papers in front of her.

Well, not at first. I focus on getting my job done so that I can focus on preparing for the Hunt. It doesn't start until midnight, but some of us like to get there before and find spots to hide in areas the girls commonly go. It’s a sport, and I’m taking it seriously because the sooner I find Rosie, the better. Stray bullets sometimes find the girls or wild animals like wolves, bears, coyotes, bobcats. There are plenty of things that girls can run into. Not to mention some get injured by accidentally falling off small cliffs, rolling down rocky hills, their ankle meeting a hole or an un-seen root. I don’t think Rosie has much nature or hunting experience. So the sooner I can get to prepping

Livia's POV: Out of fear that I would reveal my mean side as I had shown the sweet and kind side of me to others, “speaking about hunting, how do you find the hunting game so far, Lady Livia? I believe this must be the first time for you. It is rare for people to hold hunting game in the winter as often times animals don't leave their place and I believe that is only what makes it different because dusk pack is warmer even in winter unlike the Crescent Pack.”

"Good morning, everyone. It is an honor to coordinate this year's hunt. As you know, safety is paramount. The safe zones have been marked on the maps that will be distributed to the gentlemen shortly." A murmur of anticipation rippled through the small crowd of people, townsfolk that were in attendance and seated under another canopy. The whole setup was ancient, like I was watching a scene out of a historical drama. I exchanged a glance with Annabel, who rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's such bullshit that women are not allowed to participate and that we have to stay behind and 'prepare' for the dinner when there's an entire staff to do that for us," she muttered under her breath.

For a quick second, I watched his eyes twinkle with what I could easily call love, something he never felt for me, despite the fact that we were mates. “The ceremonial hour is here.” The priestess’s voice echoed through the hall the moment the applause had died down. She was now standing in front of the couple, and a small crown twinkled in her grip. “Now, by the power given to me by the moon goddess, and in front of the elders of our clan, I hereby crown Vivian, Alpha Hunter's wife, and Luna of our beloved pack.” Another round of applause rippled through the place. It was louder than the last time, and my chest gave a little squeeze the moment Hunter leaned in to wear the Garland over Vivia

Zoe was to begin reporting every development to her too. Alexia declared the next night a hunting night. And the next night, the southern pack went hunting. Women were not left out as they joined the male werewolves in the woods, hunting. She was surprised by the strength of the southern pack women, though they claimed not to have hunted before, which she doubted.