Wife Of A Knight Novels & Stories

his expression suddenly changed and Jeremiah could feel a bloodlust aura coming from the knight. ‘He somehow became quite intimidating…’ “N-no, I just want to break our bond…” Jeremiah stuttered. “I don't understand your mate.” The knight spoke, “you’re very kind and pretty, any men or women would be so lucky to have you as a mate…” Jeremiah flattered; he never received any compliments from anyone, except Selena. “Well, I--,” The knight continued to speak, “I don't know about the woman that you’re looking for, but I know someone expert in matchmaking.” The knight explained, “her name is Matilda Hewelin, she’s a noblewoman who held matchmaking party every month.”

Damon drawled. Knight reared back in offense, then yawned. “I’m jealous? Jealous of these blue balls I’m sporting—” He threw his hands up at Caius, who made a sound that was pure animal. “Save your snarling. You don’t get to blame me. It’s your wife that’s making this house smell like a fucking candy shop. Maybe dial down on the sex appeal, brother. I’m not having the Princesses bodyguard pick me up with a raging erection.” Knight was dramatic most of the time, but it wasn’t unfamiliar for a female werewolf’s arousal to invoke … feelings from unmated males. Plus Knight was a walking, talking Playboy so I definitely wasn’t reading into things.

“We meet again, Alpha Prince.” “It's bound to happen again. And again.” Knight’s gaze slides to mine briefly. “You're married to my stepsister, after all.” Tension sizzles between both men for a moment. Their auras blending together is dangerous and explosive. It tightens the space and fills me with apprehension. Avery’s voice breaks the tension. “Come on, we should head in. The party is just getting started.” After a beat, she glances around and asks, “Knight, where's your wife?”

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

She smirked. "Please, he has been nothing but a pawn since his lowly bitch of a mother died," she said with a chilly laugh. Saffron gripped Elric's arm tightly, warning him to stay. The king glowered at his wife. "How dare you!" he hissed and stood, his hand reaching for the blade at his waist. She looked amused with him. The other princes began to stir uncertainly, some standing.

His family never raised their hands on him and today this woman did the deal. Sabrina swallowed hard, seeing the rage in his eyes. He stepped forward to punish Bella but something stopped him. The woman was not just his girlfriend’s sister but his brother's wife too. She is Bella Knight! “If someone was there in your place, I would have broken their hands by now, Bella Ferrari. Be grateful that you are my brother’s wife. The knights.” He gritted his jaws tightly, both the sisters could see the smoke coming out of his ears in fury. He was hardly controlling his rage. Sabrina pulled him back. But Bella was beyond angry.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

Kyle continued, his breath warm against her neck. “They choose wives very carefully. Not for love. For bloodlines amd their assets. For what they can bring into the family. Once a woman marries in, she becomes part of the system. But slowly, they isolate her. They make her dependent. They transfer her wealth, her properties, her connections into the family trust. If she becomes too independent, too curious… they break her.” He swallowed hard.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

“How hard is it to remember to come and tend a fire?” “Ithyles did not come with you?” I asked him. “No,” he was unhappy about that. “Married your Tillie in the end, and they opened a tavern somewhere.” “Oh,” I tried to imagine the immaculate Ithyles with Tillie and could not. “I would have thought Fiena, over Tillie.” “No, Fiena married a knight. A mankind knight she met during the war of the True Queen.” “Mankind,” I repeated, shocked.