Novel & Cerita The Wilder Women

“ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE, DUKE!” She tried again. And again. Each time she heard the faint click, then silence until her tears turned to rage. “Coward!! YOU ARE A FUCKING COWARD!” she whispered, voice trembling. “You coward… You were supposed to protect him… You promised me... You swore on your life...” On the other side of the city... In a lavish suite draped in champagne silk, Lisa Zhou sat cross-legged on Duke Sallow’s bed, her hair spilling over his bare chest as she smirked down at the glowing phone in her hand. The name "My Woman” blinked across the screen like a dying light.

Chase shrugged his shoulder in obviousness. “The man here was busy saving some unknown girl in the woods instead of catching the roamer.” Wilder fumed, and continued, “as your friend, I seriously think that you need to take back control of your Lycan. You dropped the hunt for a random fucking girl out of the blue today.” “Mind your words, Wilder.” “My point is, we were just a few steps away from catching something new.” Wilder seethed, “and we lost it! Now all we can do is either just hope it has disappeared, or prepare for its surprise attack.”

No one is safe where anarchy reigns, but especially women traveling without protection. The hikers who came to my aid when I first woke in the forest, a pair of Vega wolves named Chloe and Annie, have been nothing but lovely to me. They lent me clothes and shared their supplies, even changing their planned route in order to help me reach my destination. Though I haven’t shared my story with them, or even revealed my true name, they have not pried. It seems this is one of those unspoken bonds of womanhood; we do not need to know why one of our fellows is on the run to help them. We all understand the reasons women might need to flee far too well.

' Wilder✨ I think you have the wrong number Unknown Oh Wilder stop acting like that... you can't get rid of me 'Okay now who the fuck is this!?' Wilder✨ How do you know me? Unknown More like why do you have Wilder’s phone? Who the hell is this! 'Shit shit was I too obvious' 'Uh how does Wilder act? Oh oh the sorry sir thing' Wilder✨ I'm sorry sir Unknown What the fuck!? Who is this!? Wilder✨ Wait you're a girl?

Chase, who had entered Yara's sea of consciousness, saw two beautiful women. One of them was Yara. Yara was bound up by a black rope that was burning with spectral fire. They looked menacing. The other woman was a beautiful middle-aged woman in black. She was covered with black flames. Her fair upper breasts were exposed. She had a beautiful face that did not seem to age. That woman was beautiful, but not as gorgeous as Yara. However, she was extremely seductive and had eyes that teased. Her extremely confident mannerisms gave her even more charm.

She doesn't want to admit it to Riley, or even herself, but the thought of being lost terrifies her more than any hormone surge ever could. "Don't say that," she blurts out, the words trembling at the edges, raw with an emotion she can't quite name. Her eyes are wide and wet, the gold flecks in her irises almost fever-bright. "I'm not ready for that. I can't be." She struggles to find more words, but they burn on her tongue. "Do you have any idea what happens to Omegas who get claimed in college? They drop out. They disappear into some Alpha's life and never finish their degree." Her voice cracks, the last word spat like a challenge or perhaps a prayer.

Then she burst out in tears because she thought I still thought I was threatening my fated mate. Norah was happy I found her, but she knew what we were up against. The witch wasn’t kind and she wasn’t forgiving. What she had done not just to Tahlia, but to others before and after her, proved that she’d lost her humanity long ago. Luckily, she was willing to send me the details of all the victims from Sandra Freedman, the witch who turned her back on her coven. If there was something kind of pattern, something we could pick out more than just wolfsbane and clematis.

"Ashley, you've really gotten out of control. Go back to your room and think about what you've done. You're not coming out until I say so." Tyler stepped forward and grabbed my arm. "No! I didn't do anything wrong!" I struggled as hard as I could, but it wasn't enough. Not against a grown man. The bedroom door slammed shut behind me. I slid slowly down the door until I was sitting on the floor. Through the wood, I could hear them comforting each other. They said Mom hadn't done anything wrong and that Maddison was innocent. I was the selfish one, the one who ruined everything. But Maddison had ten times more money than I did. Maybe a hundred times more.

As we walk, faint moans drift from behind some of the closed doors. I’m about to ask what this place really is when Elijah stops in front of one door. He pushes it open for me. The moment I walk in, the door clicks shut behind me. Two completely naked women are dancing sensually in the center of the room. Their bodies move fluidly under the warm, dim lights. Their hips swaying, bare breasts bouncing gently, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat or oil. Hardin lounges on a large leather couch, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigar in the other. Smoke curls lazily into the air. Two well-dressed men sit on either side of him. The second I enter, all three of them turn and look straig

"Stop talking nonsense." Wayne kept his mouth shut, so she forced it open, prying his lips apart with her fingers. Her movements were rough. Wayne, "..." He had no choice but to open his mouth and accept the pill Scarlett was shoving in. "Scarlett, men like gentle women. You're too wild." "It's not that men don't like wild women; it's that you don't. Just because you don't like it doesn't mean everyone else feels the same. Besides, my man loves my wild side," Scarlett retorted with a big, challenging smile.