Wild Wife Story Novels & Stories

It is the look in her eyes as she mouths goodbye to me as Wilder helps her up and she takes off in the woods with the help of Castor. I turn toward the stairs and run down wanting to stop her only to come out the front of the pack house to be restrained by Wilder. “She’s gone, Christian.” “Where the fuck is she Wilder and why the fuck would you hurt her.” Wilder hangs his head sadness etching his whole face and posture. “She’s gone, that is all I can say.” **End of Flashback** I waited two long weeks for her to return but she never did return and no

Every word cut like glass, but I held still, refusing to let her see me flinch. She continued, spiraling into her tale of misery. “I was a rogue once, yes—but I fought, I survived, I married into this pack twice! My first husband killed himself. My second betrayed me—he tried to sell my pups before they were slaughtered by the men who worked for my ex-boyfriend. My children, gone. And now my current husband—he faces criminal charges when he is a good man who deserves better than this cursed life.”

I don't mind getting lost in the punisher if that will bring safety to Lucien in every way possible. "The heart of the punisher sits on the lykonian mountain, the deepest part of the wild where no life exist. Those who ever had never got the chance to return either. Their life ended the minute they entered the wild. However, there was a tale of a woman, many centuries ago, who had entered and left the wild alive. She was the only known case of the wild's survivor. But it didn't take long until she died too. Just a day after she survived it." I heart leapt with the tinniest bit of joy knowing perhaps there's a chance for me to survive the wild too. But if truly she had been to the wild? How w

she finally spoke, but I would rather not speak to anyone. I'm in a battle alone while Kade enjoys his life with his mistress. "I want to tell you a story," she whispered again, but my silence wasn't broken. "Me and my mate once came to raid a village—not to harm anyone but just for hunting. That night changed us as we raided a home of a woman who had just given birth," she spoke, but I didn't understand the essence of her story. "I didn't feel sorry for her, as it was a normal raiding. Her and the baby were fine, so she’d end up finding something else to eat. I didn't know she was a witch," she spoke, and that caught my attention.

The one who survived was only a mother wolf struggling to live. I learned how to sharpen stones into blades, how to read the direction of the wind, and how to find the best sheltered caves before a blizzard arrived. I turned animal hide and my own hair into rope to build crude traps. Night after night, I lay on freezing rocks while listening to the wind howl like ghosts. In the end, I survived. I came to a border town and opened a small floral boutique. "The story is over," I said softly. I stood up.

“But if your chest ran into some dangerous rogue wolves, well, their claws did not hurt your womb or the three little pups inside. They just left your naked body shivering in the deep wilds of Frostfang Hollow. It is like their beasts wanted your spirit to fend for itself in the snow, but that does not quite add up under the moon either. If someone wanted to harm your life, they would not bother letting your body safely give birth, let alone perform a perfect caesarean cut on your belly and stitch your wet skin up afterward.” Her tongue had let the secret slip during our daily walk through the pines—the fact that my little pups and my own body lived deep inside the wild, unmarked woods. But

We would never bump into each other in such a huge world. Five years later, I was the world's best Wolvesmith. I finally decided to go home. I heard to Chicily, to the old couple, the wolves, and Megan. They stood in the distance, waiting to welcome me. It seemed like I had finally found home. Five years later, I stumbled upon a headline on the news. [Veterinarian Dies Abroad Searching for Husband. Said His Name with Her Last Breath.]

“Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!” I grimaced when I suddenly felt dizzy, probably because I hadn’t fully recovered. Luckily, Kyle held me up. “Are you okay? Should we go now?” he asked, concerned. “Yeah, let’s end this already,” I replied and raised my number. “$1.5 billion!” Audible gasps filled the room, but the only person I looked at was the woman in a red dress. Her fists were clenched and she seemed to be gritting her teeth. I grinned at her, waiting for her to raise her number again. Yet it never happened.

"If you still value your life, leave and never come back. If I ever set eyes on you again, trust me, that would be your last your last day alive." She had run away, sobbing, feeling like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. She had wandered for days, until she stumbled upon this town. A small, quiet place, where no one knew her or cared about her and vowed never to love again. She embrace the life of a rogue wolf. Everything had been fine, Natalia had found a job at a lumbering store, where she used her strength and speed to cut and load wood. It was hard work, but it paid well enough for her to rent a small apartment and buy the essentials for her kids.

But now, standing face to face with the man—his eyes as cold and hard as stone—I knew there was more to that story. "I came with a simple question," I began. "I’ve heard reports of a wild she-wolf wandering these forests. They say she’s the daughter of a traitor." Glen’s eyes widened for a split second. It was subtle, but enough to confirm he knew exactly who I was talking about. Unlike the others, he didn’t try to lie. “So… she’s still alive?” he muttered, almost to himself. That was all I needed to know. This story was more real than daylight.