The Wilder Women Novels & Stories

The next day, I was preparing to head to the hospital for the delivery, just as planned. Cyran, after some back-and-forth, decided to bring every single baby item he owned. I was waiting at the front door when a figure suddenly lunged out from behind a tree. It was Celia—already unhinged, her eyes wild. "Elara, you witch! You've ruined my entire life! Look at what you've done to me! Why do you get everything handed to you? You stole Cyran from me twice, and I swear I'll make you pay!"

Jessie whispered as their eyes met in the mirror. A woman with a clean-cut hairstyle upfront and a man with long a long hairstyle behind her. Both are naked, glistening in sweat, flushed, and deliriously on their peak of sensual arousal. In the usual view, the woman would look manlier than the man with her masculine behavior and character, but in their case, right now, she was no doubt a lady with how her natural instincts would react and respond to Jessie's gratifying attention.

Louis yelled and Ella slapped him, it came with a thunderous sound and both of them froze. It was out of impulse that she had done it and she was glaring. “Someone else? Who in this world is as powerful as Wilder? Even at the alpha meeting with all of you combined, you’re still no match for Wilder, he’s powerful, handsome, rich and strong. He’s the only man I’ve set my eyes on and I must get him no matter what. Do you know what it means to be his woman? I’d be the most adored woman in the world, powerful and above others, alphas would tremble before me and so would mere subjects! I want Wilder and every position he has to offer. Why do you want Olivia so badly?” She retorted and he scoffed.

Gwendolyn froze at the door, her hand wrapped around the doorknob, her eyes wide. A bed stood in the middle of the living area, chained to the wall. On the bed were three Wildings, two men and a young woman. They were naked and sweaty, their limbs tangled over one another. Fucking. The women lay on her back, her legs spread apart, her hands restrained above her head. A strip of leather covered her eyes, and her mouth hung open in a breathless gasp.

The dress stopped below her thighs, with a V-shape at the front chest showing her pounced breasts. She was on a black mask. Two other females stood beside her, but in different bitchy dress manners. They rested on the bar stools, having a drink. Meanwhile, in a room covered in transparent color, a dangerous man was seen with sluts flirting around him. His men stood guarded as he had his fun. LIAM WILDER. Eight drug-ruthless lords; this population is a million, and every agent department targets him. Liam Wilder isn’t just someone two or more could catch; he has no wife, no history of children, but his mistresses are thousands.

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

Alpha Wilder apologized for his behavior the last time they met, alpha Ciandra said it was okay and asked him to explain how the attack happened. Alpha Wilder tried as much as possible not to sob as he went through the event of that fateful day he lost his soulmate. Halfway, Alpha Ciandra stood and went to the window. For a second, she thought of sending a link to one of her warriors inside this pack, but when she thought of getting no reply, she stopped herself. Expecting disappointment was fairer than being disappointed. Inclining slightly against the window, she asked Alpha Wilder if it was okay for her to go and check the borders, for a clear report for the supreme alpha.

These women had joined the men on the spring hunt. Several Endovian warriors walk up to us, whispering to the women in low, comforting tones as they gather them up and start herding them out of the clearing. Jacob passes the woman he’s carrying to one of the warriors at the same moment a bellow of pain and frustration echoes toward us through the woods.

Later that afternoon, I retreated to my solar to meet with my three favourite ladies again. Marella brought a tray of honey cakes and tea. Tess and Jemma followed suit. "You’re glowing, Eliza," Marella teased as she pours tea. "Is it victory, or just pride?" "Maybe both," I laugh. "Word is spreading fast," Jemma said, pulling out a few sealed envelopes. "Letters are coming in from women I never expected. A pair of farmers’ daughters from the southern hills. Two scholars from the library district. Three widows I spoke to personally—strong women who lost everything during the border raids. They want purpose again. They’re joining."

I changed my standing position, looking at them one by one. "What the hell are you saying, Teressa?" Jumping to my feet, I activated my aura of intimidation. As if preparing to attack Teressa if necessary. However, I couldn't do that. Wilder stood up, holding out his arms to protect his wife. I forgot that Teressa was his mate. Of course, Wilder will protect that damn bitch tooth and nail. "Don't blame anyone for what you don't know. You should have found out first, right? "How can you sign divorce papers, then marry so quickly to a man you don't know? Now I doubt there is any love between you," said Wilder