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Claimed By The Predator
Last Updated : 2025-08-13
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He smelled like danger. He looked like power. He made Ari's instincts scream one thing—run. But it was already too late. Ari just wanted a normal college life. For a timid bunny hybrid who startles at loud sounds and avoids eye contact like it’s a sport, "normal" means flying under the radar, keeping his ears tucked under hoodies, and staying far away from alphas who smell like trouble. But trouble finds him anyway—in the form of Thorn, a tiger-panther hybrid with a stare sharp enough to slice, and an aura so intense it shuts Ari's brain off completely. Thorn doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He claims. And from the moment he catches Ari’s scent, he decides one thing: Mine. Now Ari’s peaceful life is spiraling into something else. Something darker. Something hungrier. Thorn is everywhere—on campus, in his dreams, always one step away from baring his fangs. But there’s something worse than being hunted by a predator. Wanting one.
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A New Beginning
Ari's POV
The bus hissed to a stop like it was sighing in relief after a long journey. I sat still for a moment, fingers curled around the fraying straps of my backpack, watching the other students rush out as if they couldn’t wait to disappear into this new world. My chest felt tight. Not from excitement—but from nerves. From the heavy knot of what ifs twisting behind my ribs. What if I got lost? What if I said the wrong thing? What if they looked at me the way people always did? With one shaky breath, I stood and followed them off the bus. The heat slapped me in the face the second I stepped down. The afternoon sun was blazing, cooking the concrete beneath my sneakers. I adjusted the hood of my oversized sweatshirt to keep my ears hidden and looked around. The campus was alive in a way that made my head spin. Students buzzed like bees, dragging suitcases, hugging old friends, laughing too loudly, shouting greetings across the quad. Everything felt bigger than me. Louder. Brighter. Like I’d stepped into a dream that didn’t know how to slow down for someone like me. I fished the crumpled paper from my pocket: Dormitory 6B Room 206 Just reading it made my palms sweat. I hoisted my duffel bag onto one shoulder and pulled my suitcase along, praying I wouldn’t trip or fall flat on my face. Not exactly the grand entrance I wanted to make. I kept to the edges, slipping between trees and buildings while trying not to attract attention. My tail was tucked into my pants the best I could manage, but I could feel it twitching anxiously. My hybrid instincts were screaming. The noise, the smells, the bodies brushing past me—it was all too much. I just wanted to find my room, lock the door, and hide under a blanket until this campus stopped spinning. As I turned down a narrower, quieter path, the atmosphere shifted. Fewer students. Older buildings. Ivy climbing up brick walls like veins. A crow cawed somewhere above, and I jumped a little. My suitcase hit the ground with a dull thud. That’s when I felt it. The prickling at the back of my neck. That sinking, chilling, spine-tingling sense that someone was watching me. Not glancing. Not passing curiosity. Watching. I stopped walking. Turned slowly. There was no one. Just a soft breeze, the rustling of leaves, and my heartbeat pounding in my ears. My eyes scanned the shadows between buildings, the corners where sunlight didn’t quite reach. Nothing. I swallowed hard and told myself to stop being ridiculous. It was probably my anxiety acting up again. First days were always like this, weren’t they? Still, I couldn’t help the way my shoulders curled forward as I walked again, shrinking into myself like a frightened animal. I didn’t like being seen. I didn’t like being noticed. Especially not like that. Dormitory 6B looked like it had been forgotten by time. Peeling paint. A rusted sign barely hanging on one hinge. The door groaned when I pushed it open, as if warning me. Inside, the air was stale. The hallway stretched out in eerie silence, lit by flickering yellow lights that buzzed overhead. My sneakers squeaked against the old wooden floorboards as I found my way to the second floor. Room 206. The key turned with effort. The door creaked open. The room was... small. Bare. A single bed shoved against the wall. A desk that looked like it hadn’t seen polish in years. A narrow window letting in strips of dusty light. I stepped inside and let the door shut behind me with a soft click. I dropped my bags. Let out a shaky breath. This was it. My new home. I sat on the bed and rubbed my arms, trying to calm my nerves. My heart was still beating too fast, and no matter how many times I told myself I was safe, my instincts whispered something else. Something wasn’t right. It felt like the shadows were watching me. Like the room remembered things that had happened before I arrived. Like I hadn’t been the first fragile boy to set foot in here. And deep in my chest, something tightened. It wasn’t just nerves. It wasn’t just paranoia. I didn’t know who. Or what. But I could feel it. Somewhere beyond the walls, in the woods behind the dorms… or maybe even closer...Latest chapter
Claimed By The Predator Alone In The Silence
Ari's POVIt had been nearly a week since Thorne disappeared.Seven days marked by a silence so thick it seemed to press against my skin, squeeze around my chest, and settle in my bones. Seven days where the world kept moving, but I felt frozen in place—adrift in a space that grew colder with every passing hour.Each morning, I woke with a fragile thread of hope knotted deep inside me. Maybe today, I told myself, maybe he’d be there again—leaning casually against the doorframe, or waiting silently in the hallway just for me. Maybe I’d catch the faintest trace of his scent, that sharp tang of citrus and something darker, something dangerous, clinging to the air like a promise.But day after day, the halls remained empty. The silence stretched, endless and hollow.The dorm rooms buzzed with life outside my door—laughing groups, slamming lockers, the scrape of shoes on tile—but none of it reached me. It was like living underwater, muted and distant.Without Thorne, the world was sharper.
Last Updated : 2025-08-13Claimed By The Predator Captive
Thorne’s POVThe room was a cage disguised as a sanctuary. Sterile white walls stretched up to a ceiling heavy with silence, broken only by the steady hum of the ventilation system—mechanical, indifferent, and cold as the steel chair Thorne was strapped to.His wrists ached against the unforgiving restraints, but it was the invisible chains—the ones wrapped around his will—that weighed the heaviest.The door slid open with a crisp click, sharp and precise, slicing through the quiet like a knife.Two figures entered, moving with a grace so polished it was almost mocking. His mother’s smile was a practiced curve, sweet on the surface but venomous underneath. His father followed behind, arms crossed, eyes calculating.“Darling,” his mother purred, voice dripping with honeyed poison. “How was your little vacation?”Thorne didn’t answer. He refused.Her smile faltered just a fraction—a flicker of amusement in the cold air.His father leaned against the far wall, gaze sharp as broken glass.
Last Updated : 2025-08-13Claimed By The Predator Vanished
Ari’s POVThe corridor was a narrow squeeze between the dorm blocks, the dim lights flickering like they were ready to give out at any second. Paint peeled from the walls in long, curling strips, the floor sticky beneath Ari’s shoes from some long-forgotten spill. Every sound echoed louder here, bouncing off the cracked tiles and empty stairwells, making his heartbeat thunder in his ears.He kept his head low, hoping to slip past unnoticed. But in this part of the dorm, whispers traveled faster than footsteps.The laughter started soft, almost casual, then grew sharper, colder.Ari’s skin prickled as the shadows shifted. The air thickened around him—heavy and tense, like a storm about to break.Without warning, a rough hand clamped down on his shoulder, spinning him around.There they were. A tight cluster of predators—older students with smirks that didn’t reach their eyes and teeth sharp enough to match their reputations.Their presence was a wall that closed in too fast, leaving no
Last Updated : 2025-08-12Claimed By The Predator Steady
Thorne’s POVIt starts like a whisper in a crowded room, something so quiet it almost slips past notice.The way Ari’s body no longer tenses when my fingers graze his wrist—no more sharp flickers of fear or flinching away like I’m a threat.His breath, once shallow and hurried, now slows, steady and calm, like a river finally finding its way around the rocks instead of crashing against them.It’s in his eyes, too—the way they flicker with something new. Not quite trust yet, but the spark of it—like a tiny flame daring to ignite inside a cold, cautious shell.---We walk side by side through the tangled maze of dorm hallways, the sound of our footsteps mingling with the distant laughter and chatter of other students.I no longer need to grip his wrist tightly to keep him close. Instead, I let my hand rest lightly on his forearm, fingers brushing softly, gentle as a feather’s touch.He lets me.Sometimes, when the hall grows quiet for a breath, I reach up and run my hand through his hai
Last Updated : 2025-08-09Claimed By The Predator Unspoken
Ari’s POVThe fading sunlight paints the dorm room in warm, tired colors, but inside me, a storm brews, loud and relentless.His touch—it’s still there. A ghost that won’t let go.I close my eyes and try to will it away, but the memory clings tighter than I expect.The brush of his fingers against my wrist, light as a feather but sharp enough to leave a mark.The way his hand moved to tuck that stubborn curl behind my ear, so effortlessly like it was the most natural thing in the world.And that whisper—You belong—soft, almost sacred, pressing into my skin like a secret carved into stone.I don’t know if it’s comfort or confusion that makes my chest tighten like this.Maybe both.---I want to push it away.Tell myself it was a mistake. A moment that slipped through the cracks of a new school’s chaos.But my body betrays me every time.I catch myself reaching for the glove beneath my pillow, tracing the worn leather like it holds answers I’m too scared to say out loud.The faint scent
Last Updated : 2025-08-09Claimed By The Predator Soft Claims
Thorne’s POVMorning doesn’t come gentle on this campus—it crashes in with the sharp scrape of chairs, footsteps in the hall, the distant echo of voices waking too early. But I’m already awake, alert long before the sun filters through the blinds.He’s out there, somewhere beneath the sleepy sky, moving through his day in that quiet, anxious way that twists my gut tighter every time I watch. I know he spent last night clutching my glove, that small piece of leather tied to me like a secret rope pulling him deeper into my orbit.---I spot him before he sees me, hunched over a book in the far corner of the library, the same spot he always chooses—the one where he can disappear but still catch every sound. His hair tumbles over his eyes, ears flicking as if they catch more than he admits.I cross the room, footsteps silent, closing the gap until the heat of my presence settles like a weight between us.“Morning,” I murmur, voice low and rough around the edges.He startles but doesn’t mo
Last Updated : 2025-08-09
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