Alien Vs Predator Whoever Wins We Lose Novels & Stories

Let’s see who the real loser was. Alpha Killian would have to regret this moment, ten times over. Author's note: Ava survived moustache man, period cramps, sexy werewolves, and Killian’s god‑forsaken beauty… all while pretending to be a BOY 😭💀. If she wins this match, someone better give her a scholarship.

Sloane looks at me in surprise, obviously knowing that I'm not backing down, her face breaks out in a shit eating grin. A quiet gasp rang out, making it known to me that everyone is quiet and watching us. Watching me. The future Alpha female. Would she back down from a cat fight or would she fight fire with fire I choose the latter.

“It is for greater good! You know nothing because you’re nothing compare to these werewolves intelligence!” I let out a sigh and slam the table. “I demand to overthrow Alpha from his position! Anything at sake!” Hi eyes form a slit. “I demand to vanish the Hidalgo clan from Grimson!” My heart race. We are both facing a great consequence once we loose. The Beta heaved. “How are you going to know who will win?” Alpha smiled wickedly and crossed his arms. “The Luna’s midnight battle.” I was left astounded, both terrified and confused by what he said.

My father turned to them. “Well Alpha Marvin have you decided to agree to the original terms?” My father asked. “No. It is my agreement, or none at all.” Alpha Marvin stated. “I am sorry to hear that Alpha Marvin as we will not be agreeing to your terms.” “If you do not agree to my terms, and Rowen does not take Bianca as his chosen mate, I will declare war against Moonlight pack.” “Alpha Marvin, please think that through. Your pack cannot afford the loss of life that it will experience if you attack mine.”

Baspo landed a bit far than Moon. “This is going to be interesting. I just wish Alpha Alaric to not kill Baspo.” The man behind me said to his companion. Everyone had already decided the fate of this fight. That was: Alaric was the winner. Baspo was the loser. “Maybe Baspo can knock out the Alpha. He’s got some skills. Don’t you think?” I intervened. The man looked at me, blinked his eyes, and awarded me with such a strange expression. As if I had ripped out his kidney.

"It's never over." "Yes. It is." I looked at the wolves around us. The rogues were surrendering. Dropping their weapons. Lifting their hands. Kael was alone. "I'm not going to kill you," I said. "No?" "No. You're going to live. You're going to spend the rest of your life in a cell, knowing that you lost. That she beat you. That love beat hate." Kael spat at my feet. "Coward." "Survivor." I stepped back. "There's a difference."

Dante returned the action respectfully. “If any of the contenders breaks the rules, or uses any weapon of any kind, he will instantly lose. If anyone assists the contenders in any way through a previous arrangement, the one assisted will also lose by default. This fight will last as long they can keep fighting, or until a winner is announced.” At this point, Abner smirked at V, who only responded with a cold stare. The arrogant abuser looked at M and saw his rival looking at Alexia. He instantly lost his grin as he saw the she-wolf smile back at the Silvercrest Gamma.

Humans often underestimated the power of werewolves, and he considered that in the cluttered situation that could arise, Zane would still go around looking for Becca. The two Alphas assumed their positions as Terzic reminded them of the familiar rules. Meanwhile, other members of Paxton joined in to cheer on their leader. It was assumed that Elyon had been weakened by the recent loss of his mate and was about to take a significant beating. Alex should be a cakewalk winner here. Alex managed to land some solid punches on his opponent, making Elyon look unsettled.

I follow him, and my eyes land on another hot specimen. He is Mateo Cruz, the heir of BlackClaw pack. Together, these three are the hottest, the most famous and the strongest predators of MoonVeil Academy, infamously called the predatory trio. In short, every girl's subject of wet dreams. "I thought there were no waiters around," Mateo says, breaking my illusion. Waiter? I force my brain to stop admiring his vibrant green eyes, reminding me of a forest, and start objecting to their rude behaviour.

The two guards who were shapeshifters stood close to me, each of them watching the match on a phone screen. “Did you bet on someone?” He asked. “I mean the Alpha is strong but I put my money on the Vampire.” “Why would you do that? The Werewolf’s a professional fighter.” “Yeah, but if you think of this logically, Talon’s far more powerful. He’s been murdering humans and drinking blood for a long fucking time. I’m sure he’s gonna win this. He doesn’t hold back, and he’s got a few loose screws, works well in a fight ring.”