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Claimed By The Predator
Last Updated : 2025-09-09
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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 Shadows And Consequences
Thorne's POVThe blood was stubborn. It clung to my skin like a memory I couldn’t wash away, streaks of red mingling with the grime of the mission. The hot water in the shower felt almost cruel, burning my skin, and yet it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. The smell of iron hung in the air, and I closed my eyes, letting the steady stream pound down over me, trying to scrub out what I had done.And all the while, Ari was in my head. Seven days. Seven fucking days without him in my arms. My mind couldn’t let him go. Every twitch of his ears, every tiny movement, every small, fragile thing I knew about him—I replayed it over and over, as though it could anchor me in something pure amid the chaos of my world.I could still feel the hollow ache in my chest from leaving him, the constant tug of the bond gnawing at me, relentless and demanding. Every drop of blood on my hands was a reminder that my duty had no room for weakness. That I could never let Ari see what my life really was. And yet
Last Updated : 2025-09-09Claimed By The Predator The Pull Of Absence
Ari's POVIt had been a week since Thorne left. Seven long, quiet days where every corner of my room seemed to ache with his absence. The bed was cold, the blankets heavy with emptiness, and even the faint smell of him lingering on the sheets had faded to nothing. I tried to keep myself busy, telling myself he must have his reasons, but the bond—our bond—was relentless. Every heartbeat, every pulse of longing reminded me that I wasn’t whole without him.I went through the motions of the day like a ghost. Classes felt longer, the chatter of other students distant and hollow. I kept my head down, books clutched tightly to my chest, pretending the world wasn’t spinning faster than I could keep up with. The bond was always there, tugging, a constant reminder that Thorne wasn’t here. That he had gone somewhere without me—without explanation.By the time I returned to my dorm that afternoon, my legs felt leaden, and my chest ached in a way words couldn’t describe. I unlocked the door, expec
Last Updated : 2025-09-09Claimed By The Predator Fracture
Thornes POVI slipped out of bed before dawn.Ari’s breathing was steady against my chest, warm and soft in a way that almost made me stay. Almost. His ears twitched once when I moved, but he didn’t wake. He trusted me too much for that. Trusted me enough to curl against me and fall asleep without fear.And I was about to break that trust.The air outside the blankets was cold, biting against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heaviness pressing down on my chest. I told myself it was necessary—this absence, this distance. My people demanded things from me that Ari couldn’t begin to understand. Things I couldn’t drag him into, not without painting a target on his back.So I left. Quiet, efficient. A shadow slipping through the door without looking back.But the second the latch clicked behind me, I felt it.The bond.It tugged sharp, like a thread snapping taut. A pull low in my chest, alive and insistent. It told me Ari was waking, that the warmth he reached for wasn’t there.
Last Updated : 2025-08-30Claimed By The Predator Shallow Steps
I woke up to emptiness.The sheets were cold where Thorne should have been, and my heart sank before my mind even caught up. My fingers reached for the space beside me, clumsy and desperate, but there was nothing there—not even the faintest trace of warmth. Just the hollow weight of absence pressing down on me.My chest tightened. For a second, I thought I might cry right there, curled up in bed like some abandoned thing. Pathetic. Weak. I bit down hard on my lip, but the ache in my throat was harder to silence.He was gone.And I… I didn’t even know what to do with myself without him.The morning light trickled weakly through the curtains, pale and indifferent, and I hated it. I hated the way the world kept moving, like it didn’t care that my one anchor had slipped away.Dragging myself out of bed felt pointless, but I did it anyway, like some puppet going through motions. My uniform felt stiff against my skin, my ears heavy against the side of my head. Every movement was slow, delay
Last Updated : 2025-08-30Claimed By The Predator The Leash In The Shadows
Thorne’s POVThe message came when the water was running.Steam curled under the bathroom door, carrying Ari’s humming with it, clumsy and soft, like he thought no one could hear. My phone buzzed against the nightstand, sharp enough to slice through the fragile moment, sharp enough to drag me back into a world I had no patience for.Report back. No delays.Four words. That was all it ever took to pull the chain tight again.My fingers flexed around the phone until the screen dimmed. I wanted to crush the damn thing, fling it across the room, silence it for good. But destroying it wouldn’t destroy them. Wouldn’t destroy the leash they thought was invisible.The hiss of the shower cut off. Ari’s humming too.I shoved the phone away, shoving my rage with it.When the door opened, steam spilled out with him. Damp hair sticking to his forehead, towel hanging from his neck, ears twitching as he padded barefoot into the room. He moved like he had no idea monsters were waiting outside. He mov
Last Updated : 2025-08-30Claimed By The Predator The Thought Of Leaving
Ari’s POVThe door clicked shut behind us, muffling the cafeteria noise until it was just us, just the sound of my pulse in my ears.My room was still the same—plain, too quiet, too small—but with Thorne here, pressed against me, it felt different. He filled the space, made the walls feel smaller, the air heavier. I should’ve been suffocating. But instead, I breathed easier.I dropped my bag on the desk and sat on the bed. Thorne followed without hesitation, dragging me down until I was tucked against his chest like it was where I belonged.Maybe it was.I curled closer, cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His tail brushed against my legs, his hand stroking the curve of my back in slow, absent passes.“You’re too much,” I muttered into his shirt, but the way my fingers clung to the fabric gave me away.His chest rumbled with a low chuckle. “And you’re still here.”I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a glare that wasn’t half as strong as I wanted it to be. “
Last Updated : 2025-08-26
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