Lycan King’s Prey Novel – “Bianca and I have a past; we were together for years, Aubrey!” I navigate through the crowded sidewalk, my boots clicking against the concrete as Rhett’s words from last night echoed in my head. “As my fiancé, yes! How can you not see she still has feelings for you?” I yelled back at him, and he just shook his head and laughed, making me feel even smaller than I had moments before.
I couldn’t believe what Rhett had said to me, clearly forgetting that I cut everyone out of mine for him. I gave up my position as the next alpha of my father’s pack to be with him, and he can’t give up his ex for his mate. His words sting still, but not as much as his following ones. “Look, I didn’t ask for this bond any more than you did. Bianca and I built something real over the years.
You can’t just step in and expect to replace all that history. You need to get over this jealousy, Aubrey. I’m not going to fire her just because you feel threatened. That’s not fair to her or to me.” He had later apologized, but the apology was empty, devoid of warmth. It is just another reminder that things between us are fracturing, the bond we shared disintegrating because he refuses to acknowledge that Bianca is the root of all our issues.
But there is still hope, isn’t there? A part of me clings to that possibility like a lifeline—a thin, fraying thread that I am terrified to let go of. The idea of fixing what has been broken seems like a distant dream, but I have to try for the sake of our mate bond. It has to work out because I have nothing left to go home to since my father declared me rogue if I chose him, but how could I not? He is my mate; mate bonds are sacred, yet mine is starting to feel like a curse with how much we fight.
But there is still hope, he wouldn’t have asked me to meet him if there wasn’t. So, my heart races with both excitement and fear. I am excited about the opportunity to see my mate, and I am also afraid of why he asked me to meet him at work in the first place. Especially after our argument last night when he forbade me from coming here after I had an argument with his secretary Bianca, who is also his ex.
As I pause at the intersection, waiting to cross, the hum of the city seems to quiet just a fraction, allowing the past to play out vividly in my mind’s eye. Rhett’s smile, once so easy and genuine, now seems forced at the best of times. His touch, which had once sparked fires within me, has turned cold lately. I glance down at his message on my phone and can’t help but smile.
Come have lunch with me at work. “Maybe today,” I whisper to myself, the words barely audible over the sound of honking horns and chattering pedestrians. Perhaps today, we could clear the air and start fresh.
Hopefully, today, I could look into those piercing blue eyes and see a glimmer of the man I once knew—the alpha who had declared me his. Yes, a fresh start would be good. We are due to wed in a couple of weeks, and I’d rather not go into a marriage with all this drama hanging over our heads.