The Predator's Fiancée Novels & Stories

I decided to quickly step in before things could get any more uncomfortable for her. “Mother,” I began, moving closer to Tamara and resting my hand on her shoulder. “I’d like to introduce you to Luna Tamara.” I lifted my chin slightly, pride swelling in my chest. “She’s the Luna of the Winter Pack…and my fiancée, i know people have been telling you a lot of lies about her, but I wanted you to meet her yourself and realize that she's an amazing woman who would never raise a finger against you.” My mother’s eyes flickered with surprise, but she quickly masked it, her face as cool as ever. She looked Tamara up and down before fixing me with a pointed gaze.

For the 18th time, Tyra Stone calls off our wedding because I'm a beat too slow during the vows. She looks at me with utter disappointment. "You know I'm a perfectionist. Why can't you follow the wedding schedule exactly? If you can't keep up next time either, maybe you should just let your best friend marry me instead." My so-called best friend, Jeremiah Young, is known for being obsessively punctual. For some reason, Tyra has made him the standard I'm expected to meet. If I come downstairs a minute later than he does after work, she will drive off with him without looking back. If I arrive at the restaurant half a step after him on Valentine's Day, she will give him the candlelit dinne

"Then finish what we started before that window broke. Claim me properly, Kian. Tonight." The air between us seemed to evaporate. The scent of her flared, heavy with invitation, stripped of all doubt, answering the predatory demand that had been tearing at my restraint for months. To claim her fully was not just a promise; it was an irrevocable tether. It would bind our lives, our minds, our wolves so tightly that if one fell, the other would follow into the dark. It would paint an even larger target on her back, tying the entire might and wrath of the Ironfang territory to her name. "Are you sure," I asked anyway, needing to give her that final sliver of daylight, even as every fiber of my

“What you saw was likely an Alpha’s favorite breeder. Or a plaything. But a mate? Please.” My knees nearly gave out. “Why are you doing this to me, Pamela?” I asked, trembling. “Did you use magic to manipulate Jayden? Is that it?” Her face hardened. “Enough. First, my name is Luciana. Second, this man here is my mate. My fiancé.” I turned to Jayden, desperate for him to deny it. To fight for me. To say something. Anything. But he just… stood there. Silent. Around us, pack members were gathering—whispers floating like smoke.

I reply glad my voice didn't crack or do anything dumb. "Wanna dance?" He asks and I open my mouth to say no but I get distracted by a man who comes in. A man with brown hair and brown eyes, perfect face and body. Wearing a pair of black jeans and a grey muscle t-shirt. My so called fiancé. Except there is something. He has his arm wrapped around a black haired girls waist, who is wearing a dress three times to small and barely covering her butt. The girl is pretty, prettier than me by a long shot, but you can just assume what she does by what she wears. I'm not going to judge her or anything because I don't know for sure. The girl reaches up and brings his face to hers kissing him roughly.

I simply said because I didn't know what else to say to a casual hookup. She scoffed, "Oh? Is that all you can say? Don't you want to relive that night with me again?" Her voice melted into a seductive octave. "No, I don't." I deadpanned. "Is it because of that fiancée of yours?" I concealed my ire as I stared at her, "That fiancée of my mine has a name." She scoffed as she moved closer to grab at my suit lapels, "You know just because you're engaged to a nobody like her doesn't mean you have to be faithful to her. You are too sophisticated for her, why wo-"

“When Ava told me she made a new friend, I didn’t pay attention to it. I mean, she had her life to give and her career to pursue and I wasn’t going to be a stumbling block to her successes but the first time I saw Jake, I knew he was bad news.” “How could you tell?” Damian asked. “Come on, man. I’ve gone through this same sequence countless times over the years. I know predators when I see one because I once was one. I tried warning Ava about her new friend but we ended up fighting him so I let it go but now? I wish I didn’t.”

He took one step toward me. “You are coming with me, Elara. Not as my assistant. But as my weapon. My control.” “I am not your weapon,” I whispered. Rian’s lips curved into a cold, predatory smile. “You are exactly my weapon. Your human scent calms my inner beast. Your mind manages my empire. Your proximity keeps me from shifting. You are the perfect disguise. You are the Anchor that makes the Abyss tolerable. Now, get the Q4 projections. We leave at midnight.”

“How dare you despise me like this.” “Since in my world, you belong to a clan I am destined to loath until the last days of my life,” I answered rashly, not breaking the eye contact with his. “And if I really am your mate, I can try to stick with you. A prey and predator relationship it will be, or maybe a symbiotic one. We only stick together for mutual benefits perhaps. By the way, your blood tastes sweeter than the others. If you don’t mind, may I?” “Tch, what a vicious vixen.”

I thought as the urge to strangle Amelia sipped into my veins but I had to struggle to hold myself. This girl was definitely doing her worst. "Erm actually this is my fiance now. Forget about him banging your friend. I want him now and I have him. We have fucked just so you know. Also, we are about to get married but of course, I can let him fuck you here if you want. I'm not as stingy as you are. How do you feel though? Ah yes, I got you porridge or should I say he suggested that we bless your soulless self with his breakfast." she said mean things to her and threw the porridge I had been holding into the cage, ensuring the hot porridge touched her.