Wife In Training Novels & Stories

Little Wren took her place at the center of the concentric circles. She was thirty years old and she was afraid. She stood there anyway. The six weeks of training produced something she had not fully anticipated. Not technically—she had planned the technical training carefully and the technical training had gone as planned. What she had not fully anticipated was the quality of the community that six weeks of intensive preparation produced.

Valentina approached despite my attempt to hold her back. The woman’s lips moved. I couldn’t hear her through the glass, but I understood the word she formed. Daughter. Valentina stared at her. Then the woman mouthed something else. Three words. He killed me. Valentina turned toward me. I felt the weight of her stare. “Who killed you?” she whispered. The woman looked past her. Straight at me. And then, from somewhere deep beneath the laboratory, a man’s voice came over the speakers. “Dante Ferraro, please report to the operating room.” A pause followed. Then the voice continued. “Your wife has been waiting twenty-two years for you to finish what you started.”

My beautiful Eleanor. She had asked me to train her for two days before we got married. I understood more than she probably realized. If I were in her place—new to this world, still learning how to defend herself, still carrying the fear of what had almost happened with Valeria—I would have done the same. My only real joy right now was knowing she was mine, that she was willing to learn our ways, that she had chosen to stay even when walking away would have been easier. And fuck… she had told me she loved me. Just the memory of those three soft words made my already hard cock twitch heavily against my stomach. A deep, electric sensation rolled through my entire body, equal parts pleasure and

“I agreed to the tents in the training grounds. But only the training grounds. I did not agree to have them under my window.” “The training grounds are full.” “Then they should have been turned away when the training grounds were full!” Alaric glanced at her over his shoulder. He did not raise his voice. He rarely had, in all the years she had been his wife. It was one of the things she had once found admirable in him, and it was one of the things she now found most difficult to bear.

She knew the words by heart now. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years…” Her thumb hovered over the reply button at the bottom of the screen. She wanted to press it. Part of her wanted to type something back. But she didn’t. She couldn’t think of what to say that would be enough. She set the phone down and leaned back against the couch. She closed her eyes for a second. Her hands rested gently on her stomach, without even thinking about it. And then the memories came back. Stronger than they had in months.

HR sent out the Christmas holiday schedule at 3 p.m. Every employee received seven days off and a Christmas gift box. Well, all of them… except for me. I was given only half a day off. I had my medical records tucked in an envelope as I pushed open the conference room door. My husband, Matthew Westbrook, sat at the far end of the table, focused on something on his laptop. He didn't even look up as I entered. "The holiday schedule's already finalized," he said. "If I change yours now, HR will have to shift everyone's schedule around. Besides, it's just a shoulder procedure, Elena. It's not like you're dying. Once the surgery's over and done with, you'll be as healthy as a horse." I stare

In this case, it was regardless of whether the mate bond existed or not. "You should start your Luna training soon. I'll have Adrian train you since she's already undergone it" "I didn't know I needed to train. Is there like a school for that or something?" She understood the Alpha's mate was known as the Luna. Why they would train their wives was beyond her. Did women go to the battlefield with their husbands? "It's not mandatory but I'd like you to be self sufficient when I'm not around" "Makes sense. What does the training entail?"

I placed my training gear on the very small side table and placed my toiletry bag in the small drawer on that side table. I then flopped onto the very hard military-style cot and mattress. I doze for about 10 minutes before pulling myself off the cot, stripping and then pulling on my training pants and top. Once I am ready, I then head out of the room, through the halls again, and outside to the training field. The female is already standing in the middle of a private training area with her back to me. As I approach, she says, “Welcome, I am Victoria. Julian and I, along with a couple of the other high-ranked warriors, will be overseeing your training. This morning is my turn. You will now d

she hesitated and moved towards him to whisper in his ear, "I will compensate you later." Those last words were enough to sell his soul. He could only imagine what kind of reward his lovely wife will give him. "Okay," the smitten husband said with a flowery smile. "But… promise me to not get hurt." She was a bit troubled by his request, but she could only concede for the time being. "Okay." Then she moved towards the training platform where Gia was already prepared. However, deep in her eyes, the terrible hatred for the woman in white training clothes was easy to spot.

Katherine tied her hair in a loose bun and sat comfortably in her chair. - It was training. As you probably remember, during exercise, many things can happen. Injuries, cuts, and broken limbs are happening on a daily basis. So what was this all fuss about? I don't remember you carrying every wounded warrior to the hospital. If you are so worried about Camille's safety, maybe you should keep her away from future training. Simple as that.- Katherine looked at her husband, waiting for his reply. - I thought you were better than that. - Sean hissed and stormed out of her room.