Wild Wife Novels & Stories

“Maybe what you need isn’t a warden. Maybe you need an ally who knows how to play by the rules of the wild.” His words were a seductive whisper, a door cracking open to a different kind of path. Before she could process them, her phone rang again. Ethan. “Hey,” his voice was tight, urgent. “Are you safe?” “For now. What’s wrong?” “I was playing down by the river, trying to… untangle the new song. I saw someone. A woman, watching the pack lands from the old bridge. Blonde, athletic build. She wasn’t just looking, Tess. She was mapping. And she had the same feel as the rain last night—bitter, old hate.”

He suckled on the breast like a little child would to the point that the girl he was taking advantage of gave in as she bounced her breasts up and down, moaning that she wanted more. Gosh, Petal couldn't watch more as the activity that was unfolding was only reminding her of Ansel and his brutal self. Unable to control what she was seeing, she sprawled out in her wolf form and gave a loud roar... She was in a very angry state and whatever wolf dared to fight with her at this point was sure to die. The rouge wolves left the girls immediately and jerked away in shock of seeing Petal here. And as they laid eyes on her and recognized her, they scurried away in fear.

Tara knew enough about the Wild Wolf. If she could get in. The club lived up to its name. There was everything from gambling to a sex dungeon. She’d seen the women enter with their rich mates or lovers. They went there to get their rocks off. While the rabble, like Tara, worked themselves into an early grave. They didn’t get the luxury to be horny, only hungry.

I had no idea when they had reached there, but I was grateful to the wolf for keeping Fawn safe. "We received news about 'Aqua's hidden daughter,' dear brother. That child is a rogue wolf and she must be killed," Wilder declared. At that moment, he finally noticed that I wasn't with the child but was more concerned about something else. "You don't seem surprised, River. Why is that?" I shifted my gaze from Wilder's curious gaze to River's intense gaze. There was something in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat from fear. Yes, a part of me was scared that he knew the same thing I knew about Fawn's true identity.

But I obviously know she had I can sort of sense her with her been my mate so I know she is alive but that is about as much as I can get from the mate thing since we never fully mated or claimed each other, but I fully intend to when we find her and we will find her I know we will I will not give up she is mine and no one else and my wolf of going mad he knows she a horse as strange as it is but he still sees her as his and that is all he cares about. We've looked all over the packs that soo round us and some have mentioned that there are a family of wolves they don't belong to a pack but they have a horse ranch and they are well know, for capturing wild horses either taming them and selling

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

After a disgraceful scandal, Nina had no choice but to leave her town. She had to start a new life. Build new dreams and keep living. But this time, she decided to challenge nature and prove the words "No man is an Island" wrong. It's not possible for everyone, but she knew she was different. And as she wants to explain herself, her case is really not something people would be open-minded to accept and welcome. But what can she do? It runs in the family. Her ancestors, her parents, and everyone else with the same dilemma had tried every possible way to redeem themselves, but to no avail. Some became feral and out of control. Some made it to be discreet but suffered so much. She is the last a

Still, Kael would worry about her every second she was gone. While we ate, they explained what a null really was. The more they talked, the more it clicked. “That explains a lot,” I said slowly. “Why so many different creatures survive here on the High Wilds. Outside, wolves are always watching themselves. Always hiding. Always thinking about rank, rules, power.” I looked around the room. “That exists here too, but it doesn’t control everything. This place is rougher. Wilder. Closer to the land.” Mireya studied my face. Her mouth twitched. “You like it.”

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.