The Hunting Wives Novels & Stories

"So when will you consider being truly a family with Mr. Chester?" I cleared my throat, feeling a subtle blush on my ears. Jessica, not sure who she was now relying on, managed to give birth to the child safely. After she recovered from giving birth, the first thing she did was to expose me to the media. My new company was doing well and had gained some local fame, so the news of me "abandoning my wife and child to become a husband who took his wife’s last name" quickly trended. Jessica, holding the child, cried in front of the camera, saying that I brought a strange woman home on the wedding day and left for over a year.

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

“We save those women. We destroy that place. We give those babies a chance at real life.” Shiloh reached out her pinky. “Deal.” I wrapped mine around hers. “Deal.” Two hunters. One wolf. Bound by something stronger than blood. Sisterhood.

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

The bounty had turned from gossip into a city wide obsession. The anonymous bounty had been reposted across dozens of different platforms, and overnight, the promised reward had mysteriously increased to a staggering, unbelievable sum $200 MILLION. Cedarville went really crazy. The hunt for Lucius Hunt’s secret wife became some sort of competitive sport. Amateur internet detectives formed their own online forums, analyzing every single woman the Lucuis had been photographed with during the past five years. They stalked his inactive social media accounts for tiny clues.

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

“That is the beauty of the 'woman wives club,' or whatever they want to call themselves. The judge was one of the four original couples that got married. None was famous at the time. Young seniors embark on life's journey; they have a big party at the end of school before they all go their separate ways to college or uni. Apparently, none knew the wedding was real, and the lads continued with life, never knowing they had a wife.” “How did they find out?”I was more than confused. “Mona and Sonya went back to have another wedding, and the celebrant, his name is Hector, the same one that married the girls before, told them they were already married. This Hector guy was as crooked as they come,

I scan the parchment over and over again, my eyes repeatedly catching on the ball and whatever moon bathing is. However only one event sends true fear slicing through my body. “What is the Wild Hunt?” “Ah,” Aileen purses her lips, looking as if she wants to smile. “That’s when things get especially fun for mated couples. Some people find a partner just for the night, but it’s more powerful when you’re bonded to the one hunting you.” “Hunting you?” I squeak.

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.