The Predator's Fiancée Novels & Stories

"A real one. Not the kind who fucks your fiancé behind your back." Maribel's face flushed with anger. "Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?" "Someone who actually gives a damn about Jane," Claire shot back. "Unlike you two pieces of shit." "Oh, how touching," Maribel said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Jane found herself another little friend. Tell me, honey, do you know what kind of person you're defending? Do you know that she abandoned her fiancé at the altar? That she humiliated him in front of hundreds of people?"

“Are you trying to say I am having an affair?” “That isn’t an option, my darling,” Weylin snickered, taking a step back. He looked like a real devil who rose from the depths of hell. “If I find someone looking at you with slightest interest in you, I swear you’ll find their body 6 feet under the ground.” He gazed at her like a predator eyeing his prey. “I’m asking you what’s making you stay out in the middle of the night and that too without my men?”

But the way she looked at me tonight, the way she held onto me, pressed herself against me—it was different. Was she finally giving in? Was she finally starting to want this as much as I did? I let my fingers slide down her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the silky fabric of her dress. My eyes searched hers, but all I saw was confidence, playfulness. She wasn’t running anymore. And I wasn’t about to let her go. Turning to the room, I tightened my grip on her waist and announced, "Everyone, meet my fiancée, Scarlet. The future Luna of this pack."

“Play nice, Catherine.” Shit, shit, shit! I looked sideways at Fifi and saw her whole body trembling. Her eyes were on the three predators slowly prowling toward us, and I could sense how terrified she was. I stepped forward and pushed her behind me. “Neither of us is going anywhere with you,” I hissed. “If you try to force us, it'll be abduction.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head—a patronizing gesture. “Abduction is such a strong word when I mean no harm.”

I lifted my head proudly. “I’m the future luna of Full Moon.” He cocked the gun at me. “You’re full of shit.” “I’m not! Candido and I are mates, and I’m here to—” “You’re barely old enough to have a moon mark,” he sneered. “Who the hell are you? I’m not asking again!” “It’s true,” I growled at him. “I’m Candido’s fiancé!” “She’s fucking crazy. Probably on that drug that turns werewolves nuts,” he said and cocked the gun. “Hold steady, we’ll put her out of her misery---”

In my last life, I drowned because I abducted the lover of Simon Rossi, my mafia Don fiance, before our wedding. When I opened my eyes, I was back on that day. "Please, don't hurt me! My husband is a mafia Don, and I'm pregnant with his child! He'll never forgive you if he finds out! The young lady, Giara Vaughn, pressed trembling hands to her belly. Her tears threatened to spill as she looked at me and my crew behind me.

I clicked on the app and skimmed from where I stopped yesterday. “I’m Finn, your neighbour, he’d introduced, and she nodded like a fool, I’m Fiona. I just moved from the city. He took the cats from her, but didn’t leave. They stared at each other. Fiona had heard stories of meeting soulmates, the electricity, the bond, and awareness, and she thought this was it. Except, it wasn’t. This went beyond soulmates. This was the mate bond that all werewolves felt. Unbeknownst to her, she was his mate.”

“I am afraid you are going to tell me.” “You tied yourself to him,” she said plainly. “Not magically. Not officially. But visibly. Energetically. Predators notice that kind of thing.” My stomach dropped. “Jane.” “He is here to stay in your life for good after that,” she continued, not unkindly. “Whether you like it or not. Wolves do not forget first recognition moments. Especially not with mates.” I swallowed. “I did not agree to that.” If I had known how deep that was I won’t have let that happen.

Fiancé? Scarlett frowned in confusion at the woman who was looking at her with a hostile gaze. What fiancé was she asking about because Scarlett was dead ass confused? She was about to ask the women to explain herself when she said, “My fiancé is Alex, and please don't tell me you don't already know that”

A Russo future. “I’m not a charity case,” I muttered, tucking it into my palm. “No,” Dante replied, straightening, hands sliding into his pockets. “You’re my wife, Gianna, and wives, are all, this might have been a sham marriage, but I'd never treat you like they did," The words should have stung. Instead, they steadied me. He tilted his head, studying me like one of his models on the runway. “Do you know what makes the difference between prey and predator, Gianna?”