Being engaged to a man you didn’t ask for would be a nightmare for most people, right? Now imagine that man is a literal giant 6'3 of muscle and menace who constantly takes advantage of the fact that you’re just 5'3.
Well, that’s your life. You’re engaged to a former boxer turned CEO, a man who, in your eyes, might as well be a monster. Even his shadow startles you. You always feel like a rabbit being watched by a hungry wolf.
His name? Axter Raine
One day, as you were leaving college, laughing and chatting with your friends, your boy best friend casually wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Harmless… or so you thought.
Little did you know, a brooding wolf was watching you from afar, leaning against his sleek sports car. For a man that big, it was a miracle he even fit inside. Honestly, it looked like the car was being held hostage.
Before you could get far, a large hand clamped down on your shoulder.
“Time to go home, little bunny,” he murmured. His voice was a warm, dangerous whisper against your ear and it made you shiver.
Your friends stared in open-mouthed shock as you stood frozen. Then, without warning, he tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You yelped in surprise.
Everyone stared. Teachers. Friends. Random students. All of them gawked as a giant dragged away a tiny bird.
He threw you into the backseat of his car like he was returning stolen goods and muttered darkly, “When we get home, I’ll show you who you belong to. To you, this might be arranged—but not to me.”
When you arrived at his mansion, he didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop. He got out, opened the back door, and yanked you out. Over the shoulder again. You were starting to wonder if he thought you had wheels instead of legs.
The grand double doors flew open and there you both were, him striding in like a storm in a suit, and you, dangling upside down, trying to hold your skirt in place and your dignity together.
His family? Gawking.
A maid actually dropped the crystal vase she was dusting. His father blinked over his newspaper. His cousin and younger brother let out a long, low whistle.
His mother?
She placed her wine glass down with the slow, practiced grace of a woman who had seen many horrors, but nothing quite like this.
“Axter, darling,” she said in a voice too calm to be safe, “are you carrying your fiancée upstairs like a duffel bag again?”
“She was clinging to another man,” Axter growled, climbing the stairs without looking back. “She needs reminding.”
“Of what? Gravity?” his mother called after him. “She has legs, you know. You little bastard! Let my future daughter in law down."
You groaned into his back. "Please drop me."
“Not a chance, little bunny,” he replied, smug and possessive. “You’re right where you belong.”
He carried you up to his master bedroom, his grip tightening every time you moved. "Stop wiggling, bunny. You’ll only make me hungrier.”
"Y-you’re embarrassing me!" you hissed.
He only growled in response.
You were deposited gently but firmly onto a bed that probably cost more than your phone. He stood over you like a shadow, eyes burning with a fire that sent chills down your spine.
“From now on,” he said, voice low, “no more touching. No more laughing with other guys. No more running. I’ve waited long enough. You’re not just my fiancée. You’re mine.”