Wild Wife Story Novels & Stories

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

She is stealing his happiness. "Don't you think she should be punished for this?" Liam turned to Elizabeth, asking her the question. Elizabeth sat there stunned, unmovable. There were tears in her eyes. She looked at Liam with a blank face, but her eyes held a lot of questions. "Do you remember now?" Liam asked her with a sad smile on his face. Elizabeth remembers She has heard a story similar to this somewhere. But where, where, where… Right, the camping in the woods. She vaguely remembers Tina's same story when the wolfs attacked her and her friend's in the woods. She said her mother rejected the Alpha of Black hunters. His name was…

When Molly and I got out at Grand Marais he asked me to talk for a minute before entering the beauty salon. "Okay. Go ahead Molly. I'll meet you inside." I tell her. "What is up with you? You're acting strange..." He gaze me. "I found another Wolf on the Mall." I let out. "What?" "Eric. Do you know him?" "Eric West? Yes. He's from White Earth Band . The last wolf from the Rabbit Lack Band lineage, that merged with others to make the White Earth Band. He's probably going to College in Duluth." He answers.

“Is this about that woman again?” That woman. The words made my jaw tighten. My fingers curled against my thigh as I turned my head, meeting her gaze for the first time since we boarded. “Lexie is not just a woman,” I said evenly, though my voice came out harder than I intended. “She’s my wife.” Honey scoffed, the sound shallow and cutting. “Your wife who left you for another man? Younger and all that, right?” I dragged a hand down my face, forcing myself to breathe before I exploded. My patience was thinning by the second. “Lexie didn’t leave me. She was kidnapped.” The word felt vile on my tongue. “That’s different.”

And all she could think about as she stared at the rain was the bleak, hurt look in the Jacob's eyes. Oh, get over yourself, she thought. She sank deeper into the water until her nose kissed the stream surface. It was her own fault, and she knew it. Ever since she met the guy, she'd been acting like a hysterical harpy. She knew that he was her mate, she feel the bond, her wolf call him mine the first day she met him, she can't resist it and she still forght him and right now she was hurting herself, and also him, since he couldn't take it from her anymore, Predictably enough, he'd gotten sick of it and left. End of story. What point was there in beating a dead horse?

Gray wolf Nick, Jenny's husband, is more than thirty meters away from the cave, full of injuries and covered in blood. Nick has just hunted for food and returned to hear the words "I come to save you" from William Jackson, only feeling something sharp stabbing into his mouth wound, causing him pain. Suddenly, Nick loses his strength, and his hand slips down. The small wild buffalo that he had just struggled to hunt for fresh meat falls onto the snow. The three eggs he stole from a large bird's nest also rolled out of his chest and onto the ground.

But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind. Though she had the signature silver blonde hair of a white wolf, Wilda had not turned or showed the signs of turning when she had turned thirteen, as most white wolves did. The situation had been of interest to packs around the Crimson Hills pack that was led by her late father, may the moon goddess rest his soul, and many had thought that perhaps she was a late bloomer.

Lauren's muscles tightened against him just a little as she woke up. “But you had something else to tell me.” There was a pause. “If I’d known your mother was a medicine man’s daughter, I’d never have taken her to mate.” He’d said that ever since his son had begun showing signs of his mother’s talents. Toby smiled: his father knew better than to believe even he could lie to another werewolf or at least not to his sons. Not even over the phone. “Fine,” Brian said, when Toby continued to wait. Frustration made his voice sharp. “There’s been a kill up in the Cabinet Wilderness. An elk hunter was torn to bits a couple of days ago, on the last day of the season. One of our contacts

I have a rehearsed story that I tell people and it's that exact story that they'll find out if they decide to do some digging. “There's not much to tell, my name is Natalie Edmund, I'm an only child, I grew up in Denver, I never knew my father and I lost my mother when I just turned eighteen. I went through a rebellious stage after she died and I ended up pregnant and that was the wake up call that I needed. I enrolled back into school, I went to school through my pregnancy and the boys came at the right time, they came at the start of summer break, so I had three months rest and by the time school resumed I was able to enroll them into a training center for young wolves.

“I’ve never met them, so I don’t know what their scent is like. If I let the wolf out, he’d just wander around aimlessly.” “No, he’d probably roll around in the dirt,” WILDER says. WILDER gets along surprisingly well with my wolf aspect, for someone who has no shifter in him at all. When he first joined our harem, I expected that he and I would find it difficult to be around each other, but I think we’ve both been surprised by how easy and harmonious it’s been. Suddenly, my ears prick at the sound of a twig snapping. I throw out a hand and catch WILDER’s arm, pressing a finger to my lips.