Wild West Female Outlaws Novels & Stories

I felt a sudden wave of heat, like I'm on fire. My blood boils as I sweat profusely. A loud groan filled my head. Her eyes shone the vibrant gold. Dark strands of red weigh down to her thin waist. The woman is weeping. Slowly, the light in her golden orbs disappear; her eyes covered by darkness. And all I felt was the coldness. Her pulse weakened and I could feel my lungs tightening. “You did nothing wrong.” A soft, mellow voice whispered.

She wasn’t buying it. “This is ridiculous, can we just get on with the debrief?” I wanted to ask if they could all leave so I could talk with Alex alone, but I knew I’d catch even more shit if that happened. “Tell us about the culprit.” “ Jasmine,” I said. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as if she could figure it all out just in the way I said her name. It was unsettling but I ignored her and kept talking. “ Jasmine of Womack, Idaho. She lived with her mother Layla Dubois and two sisters, Sapphire and Sage. By day she worked at their family restaurant Layla Vous and by night she was our firewall breeching vigilante.”

Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana. Meanwhile, Alpha Briar West, a composed and confident leader, faces a new challenge when an unforeseen issue arises from the recent cattle thefts at Wolfe Ranch. He becomes the target of the enraged Alpha from the Winnipeg Pack, who seeks retribution for a debt. As if this predicament wasn't enough, Briar also finds his mate in an entirely unexpected manner. Now, this cowboy must navigate the complexities of his relationship with his free-spirited mate, Sloan Taylor.

These outlaws had always favored swift and decisive action. Sure enough, they also liked people with abilities. They initially believed this job involved some sort of love triangle, and they had to teach the mistress a lesson. The scene that unfolded before their eyes changed their minds. There might have been some relationship issues involved, but this woman was far from the eye candy they had first assumed her to be. The outlaws took a glance at the check on the ground, exchanged glances, and quickly came to a decision.

The next moment, she explained calmly, "I knew about you before I married William. In our social circle, it's normal for men to have mistresses. William is actually restrained by comparison; he only has you." "I'm not a mistress!" I shot back immediately. Alexandra sneered and rested her hand on her belly. "What you are doesn't matter. The Harrington family has an heir on the way, so we never intended to deal with you. But then you ended up on the trending page, so I had to step in." She slid a non-disclosure agreement and a blank check across the table toward me. "Sign the agreement, record an apology video, and leave Frostmere within two days. Fill in any amount you want."

she ordered, and the wolves took off running. The rogue female screamed as she sprinted into the woods. CC knew she wouldn't get far. No one ever did when the pack hunted them. Vengeance must always be paid. A balance must be maintained. Take or give. Those were the rules. It was time for the rogue female to return what she had taken. Life.

Women moved through the crowd like predators themselves, dressed in little more than scraps of fabric and too much makeup, their eyes hard with the kind of experience that came from surviving in a world where violence was currency. Conversations died as she followed Jax through the crowd. Eyes tracked their movement—curious, hostile, hungry. She caught fragments of whispered speculation: Who's the new girl? What's Jax want with her? She looks too clean for this place. These men lived outside the law, and the women who ran with them embraced the chaos. Raven had spent her whole life avoiding places like this, people like them. Now she was willingly stepping into their world, armed with nothin

And speaking of which, the gamma mind linked me earlier that rogues have been spotted again at the border. My head snapped up, and I felt my heart racing excitedly. ‘’Let's go,’’ I said, already moving towards the door. ‘’This time, I might be able to get what I wanted.’’ Silver nodded. ‘’let get them.’’ We rode our horses through the heavy rain, and the borderland stretched before me. I expected to see a pack of rogues. But instead, I saw only a lone woman on the ground. She was drenched to the bone, and her clothes clung to her shivering body. She had arrows in her shoulder and stomach. The rain poured down like it was angry and pounded relentlessly on the earth.

The same place I found this she-wolf. After we stole Ryker's sister from Red Moon I decided to go back and look at their prisons roster. There were many wolves that didn't appear to be hard criminals, deserving a life sentence of beatings and filth. Especially not the warrior goddess we took. As I approached the last cell I watched intently at the lean women with her long blond hair in tight braids. She was the image of a Viking Queen. I thought how perfectly her ass fit in the black yoga pants and how scrumptious her large breast were in a grey sports bra as I followed her body moving up and down in push ups. Much better then the oversized dirty shirt and slacks from her previous prison.

The woman, we later found out is called Evelynn, was the only one to speak up to begin with. It didn’t take long for more pale, gaunt faces to step into the dim candle light that barely reached the bars that held them. Every cell had an occupant, some had two. We returned to Pine Lake with sixteen abused and neglected she wolves and one witch called Wren. She is a fighter that’s for sure. She hasn’t said much, only that she had been there for longer than she could remember. Like Liberty she had been stolen from her family as a child, her coven had been destroyed in the process.