The Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

“Don’t stop, bitch! I press the horn to make her keep walking. The caddie did look tired and was staggering, but that wasn't my fault. It was her fault for betraying me. So she deserved her punishment. And coincidentally, her betrayal was exposed today. The day of the first moon of the month, which meant it was the day Wild Hurricane would hunt. We call this hunting activity The Lunar Hunt. And we call our prey The Fallen. With all of our members being werewolves, we Wild Hurricanes are certainly very happy to hunt. But hunting here does not mean turning into wolves and preying on animals in the forest, but hunting on the streets. The prey is the traitor who betrayed me or destroyed my trust

He tried to hide his moans in the mattress and I stopped moving instantly. “Cry if you have to," I sneered. "But don’t you dare muffle my name." My voice was thick with pleasure. "I want the whole house to know who is making you scream like this.” He nodded slightly. "Fucking mine," I said, gripping his waist and going all in with one poweful thrust. He cried out so loudly that I was sure the entire staff would be able to hear him. Good. They should know that I was fucking the husband that I married today.

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

Grandma Joni said, "Now, Wendy, you do not even know what a Doma is, now do you?" Grandma Joni asked and Natalia started to laugh. "There's the internet. We don't really need to stress to find out about information like that, you know?" Wendy said and took out her phone. "Okay then, look it up, insolent girl." Grandma Joni said, now taking Delilah's hair in sections and plaiting them into long braids. Wendy started to mutter words while going through the internet. "Demon slayer, housing, tech company, Defense of marriage act—"

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

{Dominic} Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon enough, it was the day of the hunt. The usual pre-wedding hunt was in full swing, with many wolves enjoying themselves and participating in the grand hunt. But mine wasn’t so easy, or fun. I stood at the borders of a forest with a dozen Elders staring straight at me, cloaked in their ceremonial robes and smelling like old wolf musk. This obviously wasn’t your normal hunt. It wasn’t the kind where younger wolves would sprint through pine groves chasing deer and howling for fun before leaping into rivers with their mates. No… this was The Hunt of the Hollow Woods.

“Sons and daughters of the moon, we are here again for our monthly hunt. The queen and I salute you for your presence. We’d like nothing more than seeing you all here with us on one big hunt. To commence, (Damon motioned to Antonio who walked towards him with the rabbit held by its ears), here is our first kill.” Damon dug into his pants’ pocket to find a folding knife. He got it out and raised it. Three witches appeared and lid their hands on him, chanting spells and head lolled back. Harper could only watch. Back in the black wolves’ pack, Brayden doesn’t allow her to join their hunts. She only stays at home and wait for him naked on the bed. Every time a hunt ends, Brayden would end the n

Find their mate. Halfway through the orchard, Wyatt already knew that his mate was not there. There was no scent from her. No pheromones. No tingling sensation. No pull. Even if his mate was not here, there would be plenty of maids that would be willing to be his for the night. It was a long-standing unofficial tradition. Any females who had not found their matches by the end of the Hunt would wait at the far end of the course. Unmated couples could hook up for the night and there would be no harm done when they parted ways the following morning.

[SUMMER HUNT GROUND] The next day, we were all gathered at the meeting point. Each pack stood with their members. “Welcome everyone to this year’s summer hunt. We’re glad to have everyone here with us. This hunt is mainly for entertainment and fairness. Hence, when hunting in the woods, she-wolves and wolves will be separated by gender to ensure fairness.” Alpha Cato, the alpha of the Red Cast pack and the host for the summer hunt, announced and was heavily applauded.

"Why aren't females having hunter ceremonies?" He sighs. "For the same reason, she-wolves have been dismissed. They stay home with the children normally. Some husbands train them in defence, but they don't train like we do. Something we are actually changing after Conrad appointed our councilwomen. The hunters are actually trying to find our own Valerie".