Novel & Cerita Wild Wife

“Damn, bro… bold. Let me guess, named after a certain someone who’s got you wrapped around her little finger?” “Watch it,” I warned lightly. Mikhail chuckled. “He’s not wrong.” I leaned back in my chair, staring out at the skyline, ignoring his teasing. Wildfire wasn’t just a name. It was her. Cyprian laughed louder, drawing me back to the call. “You see, Mikhail? The great Marion Whitfield, king of casinos, titan of real estate, conqueror of every deal in sight… and another woman strolls in and… poof!... he’s done for. Honestly, I respect it.”

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

the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was. “$500,000!” “$500,000 from Buyer 50!” Buyer 50 was a woman. She also wore a mask so she could possibly be someone important and well-known. Seeing that the other competitors seemed to have given up, I guessed she would win. “$500,000, going once!” The host looked around with anticipation. “Will Xavier Hawthorn go home with our young lady here tonight?” He paused. “Going twice!” “$500,100!” I exclaimed.

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.

Saska whispered, her eyes wide and filled with fear, as though she feared I might erupt violently. My jaw clenched, my teeth pressing together so hard I felt the pressure in my skull. The hurt was familiar, but beneath it, a scorching anger surged, a wildfire that no words could douse. I had learned to endure verbal slights, to endure coldness, to swallow humiliation silently, but this, this blatant, intimate violation of our home, of my life, was a different kind of affront. I could not let it pass.

He didn’t need to. The Wildfolk moved in silence too, not from fear but from reverence. Each step they took was deliberate. Ritual. The way they readied themselves was not like us—no armor, no war cries. They wove bone and bark into braids, anointed their limbs with sap and ash, and looked to the trees as if asking permission. Permission to leave. Permission to kill. Permission to die. When I rose to my feet, the woman from the glade—her name still unspoken—was already waiting.

As a mother, she didn’t know where she went wrong, she didn’t know why her daughter didn’t seem to be able to live a normal life but chose to blame her for all the wrong things in her life. “So you choose to return to the wild? You choose to become a rogue again?” Gina spoke up finally as she followed Tania to the bedroom. She knew in her heart what this girl was planning to do. She could see it from the way she packed her things and the things she packed. She was leaving her heels, seductive clothes, and even makeup behind. There was only one place where those things were not needed, it was the wild. When a person spent his days looking behind his shoulder running, how could she have time t

As we continued our moonlit adventure, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the rare opportunity to be part of something so primal and beautiful. We ran far into the woods, our wolves weaving through the trees until we reached a spacious clearing where the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The silver glow casts a serene ambience over the open space. I sat on the cool dirt and howled at the moon, expressing my joy and connection to the wilderness. Cage, Sebastien's wolf, joined me in no time, his howl harmonising with mine. The clearing became a sacred space where we could embrace the wild and be true to our primal selves.

He smirked and heat curled low in my belly, “I have two sisters and trust me those little daredevils talked about their hair all day long.” I smiled back at him. I panicked for no reason. I already liked him, “Aww. I am sure they aren’t so little anymore.” His face darkened, “Laura never got a chance to grow but her twin, Lora would always be a little girl in my eyes although she is now twenty three.” I felt stupid for teasing him earlier. Before I could say a soothing word, thunder cracked loudly and I screamed in surprise—yeah, I am also scared of thunder.

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.