Wives Romane & Geschichten

Mother and father are out there as well, while everyone else is here. I filed that little bit of asinine information away for later consideration. If I did my mental tally right, there were somewhere between thirty-five and forty-five werewolves in this pack, and maybe thirteen of those were women. There were likely twenty men there who were not mated and I knew of at least seven of these thirteen were now unmated as well. That did not sound like a good situation for anyone if what Kaira told me was accurate about Arvin’s disposition towards the female members of the pack.

I asked, shocked. "Sadly, I don't think it's rare with werewolves, especially with alpha families. You hear stories all the time about mistresses of alphas being banished from their packs after they become pregnant, especially in religious packs that forbid birth control and abortions. I think that was probably the expectation with your mom's family."

There is no escaping my fate. I watch the Wyres carefully, studying their every move. If I’m going to live among them, I might as well start learning how to survive them. Their movements are graceful yet wild. As if they aren’t quite human but not entirely beast. Three of the six Wyres are female and each one is built like a warrior. Their well-defined arms flex each time they take a sip from their glasses. Their hair hangs down their backs, untamed and free. They seem just like us and yet…not.

The women fall back, dragging their injured sisters with them. Marinah's claws slice through a soldier's stomach, spraying blood and guts in a wide arch. Her giant jaws rip into another soldier's throat, and he releases a wet gurgle. The third soldier tries to run. He makes it ten feet. Marinah leaps into his escape route with her powerful legs, and he has no time to do more than whimper. His bodiless head flies toward the women in another spray of blood.

Winnie could hear muffled voices in the background as she tried to open her eyes but it was hurting her. It hurt to move her jaw, hands, and legs. She felt like someone had just beaten the shit out of her. Slowly she opened her eyes, seeing blurry pictures of people surrounding her bed. The first person she saw was Cassius who was arguing with the doctor. He looked angry, upset, and shaken. It took her a minute to notice he was also injured. His one hand was plastered and he had bandages on his head.

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m

I need to get there before it gets dark. I don’t even want to talk about how dangerous this place gets after nightfall. There have been wild wolves and all. I don’t trust the rumors, but some people even claim to have seen wolves turning into humans. I don’t even know who the idiot is that is spreading rumors like this. Maybe I am an idiot for bringing my girlfriend to a dangerous place on our first date. I don’t know. I shook, trying to remove all the negative thoughts from my mind. All I remember now is how this place has so many precious memories of mine, this place where dad proposed to mom for the first time and they even got married here.

Hawk threw him to the ground, sinking his teeth into his shoulder before tossing him like discarded prey. The walls cracked as Hawk’s claws raked through them, the destruction wild and unrelenting. Furniture splintered beneath his weight, debris raining down as the basement transformed into a war zone. The once-smug laughter of his tormentors gave way to panicked shouts and the frantic clatter of boots scrambling for any exit. Hawk moved through the chaos like a force of nature, every swing of his massive arms sending bodies and debris flying. The primal satisfaction of their fear only fueled him further.

Through the narrow gap, I was a spectator to injuries, so grisly my brain failed to accept they were real. Two of the black-shirted men, wearing helmets, approached the inn. Mrs Berrybrow grabbed me by the arm, hurling me into the darkness with her. “Get back. They'll sense you! They target women, you fool!” “What do you mean target women?” Robyn’s tear streaked face peered up from between her crouched legs. “To cause the most pain to the men fighting. What use is a victory if they’ve lost their mate or wife?”

"Hi, Miss. Do you know where the restroom is? I-I need to go urgently. Could you please show me the way?" Victoria sized up the pregnant woman before her. Then, she flashed a naive and kind smile, saying, "It's my first time here. I don't know where the restroom is. "This place is huge, so I'm sure there are signs. I need to use the restroom as well. Let's go together." Wendy immediately chimed in, "I need to go too." Thus, the three women went to the restroom together. Victoria noticed the wet floor and told the pregnant woman, "Do you need my help? Be careful not to fall. Where are your family members?"