Wife In Training Novels & Stories

"The person holding the firearm is Lucia. She's a friend who's kind of assumed the responsibility for our protection until our attacker is caught. The other women are Lisa, my husbands and my love partner and fellow slave in case you didn't meet her in the hospital, and Janet, also my employee and someone exploring whether she has submissive tendencies. She's the one I'm training tonight. I apologize for my husband's nudity. If you're offended by it, you may leave, but he's going to assist me with Janet's training, more to demonstrate with me than anything else. He won't touch you or bother you in any way, and after his demonstration, he'll be leaving the room with Lisa. Do you want to stay?

Being the best trainer and warrior, she had convinced him to train her and teach her all the tactics. I stayed rooted to my spot and stared at her training fiercely. Was it okay to be turned on by watching your wife dodging and throwing punches? The blissful moments were interrupted by none other than Darius as he stopped beside me and hummed, “Did someone ever tell you that you are head over heels for your wife?” I shrugged nonchalantly, “No one needs to tell me that. I know that by myself.” He nodded slowly, “And do you know that everyone is smiling and laughing at their alpha, who is known for his ruthlessness by the way, foolishly swooning over his wife?”

Well I'm not here for them I mutter to myself approaching the sandbag, today's a good day and I won't let them spoil it for me. We, the females are only given one day in a week to train, as a ladies job is not only to look after the house. Commander Ryan educated us about the importance of training as ladies to be able to defend ourselves if there's an attack and chose a day each week for females to train. I've been looking forward to this day all week and nothing would spoil it for me, I focused on the sandbag in front of me as I punched it with all my might, but the little I could do was to get it to wiggle.

Eileen's POV We left the training center and drove to the pack house with me filing Alex on, on everything that happen with the women today. I was so happy and felt fulfilled, knowing many women were with me and were supporting me on this journey, I was so happy and he looked so proud and was actively paying attention to me. I couldn't wait to go home to tell Arthur all about it to and council woman Adele. Her post needed to be raised higher and we need more women like her who were bold and stood thew grounds unlike council woman Michaela and council woman Ella who stood behind their husbands like the cowards they were.

Three women in the back row whispered among themselves, their arms crossed defensively as they shot occasional glances toward me that bordered on hostile. Lola Grey, a woman in her fourties from the Ridge Pack, raised her hand tentatively. “Commander, with respect, many of us have families to care for. How are we supposed to balance intensive training with our domestic responsibilities?” Before I could respond, another voice cut through the air. Janet Stone from the Riverdale Pack stood up, her weathered face set in hard lines. “My mate thinks this whole program is a waste of time. He says women should focus on supporting their men, not trying to replace them in the field.”

“No one ever could, Quirin. I’ve been yours for a long time. Longer than the two weeks since you called me your mate.” I kiss her again before grunting and pulling away from her. “You are a naughty siren calling me back to bed.” “I can’t help it. I like the way you feel inside me,” she says, making me fucking hard. “A VERY naughty siren,” I say, standing and listening to the sweet sound of her laughter as I head downstairs for training. I probably shouldn’t be surprised, but I am when I find Kennedy’s entire family, Henry, and Harold all ready to train. The only one missing is Luna Yara. Even Luna Madison and Farrah are here to train.

They all saluted and stood as stiff as was required of them as a respect to their commanding officer. I turned to the women who somehow didn’t like that the attention of these men were taken from them. But how was I supposed to make sure that they trained as they were supposed to with these women a few feet away and cheering, not like they would stay quiet. And this wouldn’t even be the first time they were coming around after Tracy warned them to stay off. “For a pregnant woman, you should have no business training men to fight. It’s not your place at all…” how is it not? I wanted to ask and I was going to.

She heard something on the other end of the line, and her expression suddenly changed. "What? Someone filed a real-name complaint against me? Who is it? "Alright. I'm on my way." My lips curled into a smile. I knew that she was getting released that day, so I filed that complaint with her rescue unit this morning. As she turned to leave, I stopped her. "Melissa, I told you I'd make you pay." She frowned and walked off anyway. That afternoon, the building manager called. "Hi, a woman named Melissa Lane is claiming to be your wife. She showed us your marriage certificate and is causing a scene at the gate."

Megan shrugged, “I guess that’s what makes us different” My gaze swept across the field again. One woman flipped another over her shoulder and pinned her to the ground. Another was throwing punches at a training dummy with terrifying speed. “And they are really good,” I murmured. “Of course they are, they receive the same training as everyone.” Seeing this warmed my heart, I have always been told about how females are only meant to get married and support their husbands, but this felt different. “You know it was not always like this” Megan whispered beside me, seeing how enthusiastic I was about female training.

They would have done everything they could to win his heart. I let out a heavy sigh as I stopped walking and saw for myself what a woman was doing to Miles at that very moment. “See? What did I tell you?” Gisele glanced at me from beside me. “They have absolutely no shame. They’re all trying to get your husband’s attention, Diana.” My jaw tightened automatically because I had witnessed exactly what they were doing. A woman had just walked up to Miles and then deliberately fallen toward him. But Miles had stepped aside.