Wild Wife Novels & Stories

Ryan cursed himself for being so careless despite knowing how she-wolfs went on heat after meeting their mate. Wild growled when Monika's scent got stronger as he was covering the distance between them. Her s*xual scent was so effective that Wild knew he might lose control over himself when he reached near her. It would become almost impossible for him to resist her while Ryan knew a disaster was on their way... Something is going to happen which will change their life forever.

I took a few deep breaths before facing the girl in front of me. "Alexis, stop talking like that. Do you know what it means to be a wild wolf? Wild wolves are those who are not bound to any pack. They don't belong to any group," I said, shaking my head at her almost closed eyes. When I took her hand, she surprised me by slapping my hand away. "Why..." I started to ask, but my words were cut off when she began to speak. "I know what a wild dog is, you fool! That's because I am a wild dog! I left the Black Mist pack. And that's not all. I rejected my mate. Now tell me, am I wrong?" she said, her words echoing in my ears.

They pitied me for years while I planned a future that never existed. Tears blur everything. I trip over a root and fall hard, scraping my knees, but I push up and keep going. The dress tears at the hem. I do not stop to fix it. I just want to disappear. The trees grow thicker here. I realize I have crossed the border into the Wildlands. Neutral territory. Rogues. Dangerous wolves who answer to no pack. Normally that thought would terrify me. Right now it feels like exactly where I belong. Let something out here end this nightmare.

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.

Savage Daddy: Intro: When wildlife photographer Thessaly Brooks gets stranded in remote Alaskan wilderness owned by reclusive billionaire Caspian Wolfe, she thinks rescue is just a satellite phone call away. But Caspian's compound is snowed in for the next six weeks, and he has no intention of sharing his solitude with a chatty city girl who doesn't know the first thing about survival. Too bad for him, Thessaly doesn't take no for an answer. And too bad for her, Caspian has been alone in these mountains for five years, and he's forgotten how to be civilized.

Wendy, Yeoman's girlfriend bragged annoyingly, her eyes darkened registering the girl walking in. Her eyes were closed as she was immersed in music, the big fat speakers round her ears must have occupied her in a manner that she could not see the fire playing in these hungry predators' eyes. "New prey, hun!" Clarke chuckled, clapping his hands excitedly. She seemed to be new, otherwise nobody else has ever dared to walk upon the Wild Wolves like that.

He buries himself in her, deeper and harder, as if attempting to merge their very souls. They collapse together, muscles trembling, hearts pounding in syncopation. Rain pelts the roof as Lyric shifts, wincing at the unfamiliar pressure inside her. "I can't—why can't I move?" she whispers, voice tight with confusion. "We're stuck together." Sebastian's eyes soften as he brushes damp copper strands from her forehead. "It's called knotting," he murmurs against her temple. "My body's...locking us together. It's how wolves mate."

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

As children Dyce and I were told not to engage with the “wild ones' ' who supported themselves without the need for “royal civility'. Those people were aimless wanderers who did nothing but take. When they saved me, I didn’t see my rescue quite so clearly. I was angry and took it out on them. I had lost my family and my home. All that I had known in my twelve years of life was ripped from me before I had time to even blink. They were patient with me and gave me time to learn to love and trust them. I consider them an extension of my family now. For years after I was taught the life of the wild ones, a name the people of the land found very endearing, how they lived in unison with the land. T