The Predator's Fiancée Novels & Stories

Damon broke the silence, his voice piercing through the air. "My mate?" I asked, my voice shuddering. "Are you talking about the Lycan King Cassian?" "Yes, this is Cassian," the woman answered, and I gasped slightly. Of course she called me Aurelia the first time we met, but letting us see her face and replying to my question all seemed like she wanted to have a chat with us. "Have you heard of the predator feeding on the rogues in the woods in guise of helping us with maximum security through forcing them into extinction?" Damon asked. "This is the predator. Cassian himself is the predator, and I'm disappointed in you for being surprised to hear this."

The man says. "Of course Adrian isn't married,, father said I'm the only woman who will marry him" A woman says. Her black hair is straight over her shoulder. She's wearing a black dress that hugs all the barely existent curves she has. "Well sorry to disappoint you but I'm his fianceé"I blurt out before I can stop myself. The woman looks at me with pure hatred. "His fianceé I doubt your even fit to be his lover"She laughs. "I wouldn't laugh at the future Mafia Queen if I were you" Jen says glaring at the woman.

She barely recognized herself. “You look like a queen,” Lou whispered, standing behind her in a deep emerald dress. “But, like, the badass kind who rides into battle.” Sarah gave a small laugh. “I feel like I’m dreaming. Any minute now, I’ll wake up back in the diner.” Elena entered, holding a silver bracelet. “If you are dreaming, we all are. And none of us want to wake up.” Lou looked her over again. “You ready to marry the world’s most brooding billionaire?”

he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Fedora's gaze hardened as she locked eyes with him, her voice laced with determination. "I see through your facade, Lorcan. I know the darkness that resides within you, and I will not be swayed by your charms." “So you do think that I am charming,” he teased and that frustrated her even more. With those words, Fedora took a step back, asserting her independence and resolve. The battle between her heart and her instincts raged on, and only time would tell which path she would ultimately choose.

I was so wrapped up in the veil of danger and being the predator that I didn't even think about the fact that that was the exact direction she had raced in, fear clinging to her. "I was? So it wasn't a hunt then? The intentional pounding of paws against the woods grounds, the low growls that rumbled from your throat as a warning sign that you were a predator. The consistence you stayed with as you trailed me? All of that was a figment of my own imagination, was it not?" I sigh. "I was hunting, Kiena, I was. But I wasn't hunting you, I promise." A dry laugh bubbles out of her, filled with zero humor and all the bitterness it can muster.

Everything about him screamed predator and Theia, my mate, was his prey. “Feel free darling,” he sneered. “No one is going to hear you.” I growled at the screen as he laughed again as Theia hit the wall. The look on her face as she saw there was no escape. Then, to my horror, he grabbed a fistful of her hair in his hand and smirked down at her.

Just listened. "We met six years ago. She was beautiful. Brilliant. Charming. Everything I thought I wanted." His hands clenched into fists. "I loved her. God, I loved her. I gave her everything—my time, my trust, my heart. I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. I thought I'd found my future." The fire crackled. The city glittered. Xander's voice grew darker. "What I actually found was a predator. She wasn't interested in me—she was interested in my money. My status. My connections. And while I was planning our future, she was planning her exit. With my business partner."

She wasn’t married, and they were… and so she was quite convinced that they knew exactly what they were talking about. And so she took step after step, and each one led her closer and closer to her prey— yes, in this case she was a hunter, or better yet, a predator… yes, she rather liked this description better, seeing as, if things went as planned she’d be devouring him in no time.

"That's what the paperwork said. But I kept pushing—told the clerks I finally found the guy I want to marry. If the process drags and ruins my chance at a family, I'll camp on their doorstep and cry every day." Her voice softened as she looked at me. Hard to picture her—queen of ice—throwing tantrums like that. But knowing Leona? She'd do it without blinking. Back at the base, people never let me live it down. They said before I showed up, she never gave anyone the time of day unless it was business. Then out of nowhere, the stone-cold queen went full-on lovestruck. Anyone who tried to come between us? She'd burn the place down.

My knees hit the floor, and I sob like I’m emptying years of hurt all at once. Emily kneels beside me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Is it... is it Axton?” I nod. Just once. And then I let them hold me. Because I’m not just pregnant. I’m pregnant by my enemy’s fiancé.