Alpha Predator 소설 & 이야기

They were large enough to crush a human skull. I looked down. The Alpha was no longer looking at a girl. He was looking at a God. He scrambled back. He tripped over his own boots. He fell into the dirt. He stared up at my white, pupil-less eyes. The Predator Aura was a physical weight. it flattened the tents. It made the guards' knees buckle. I growled. The sound shattered the glass in the transport's windows fifty yards away. It wasn't a noise. It was a subterranean vibration. It traveled through the ground, into the bones of every wolf in the clan. It rattled their teeth. It turned their stomachs to liquid.

Mumbling, he is being caressed by her, and here comes the food he hates most. "No more pet food!" What will an Alpha do when he has to stay in his wolf form and is mistaken for a husky? "Come on, you little Cutie, I'm sorry." "Don't call me Cutie." A man suddenly appeared and said so.

Wolves fanned out around us, teeth bared, bodies coiled for attack. I dodged another strike, rolling low, hands connecting with a rogue’s chest, sending it stumbling into a tree. Pain lanced through my shoulder from the scrape, but adrenaline and the fire of the bond overrode it. I could anticipate movement, feel the weight and intent behind every leap, every strike, every growl. The rival alpha revealed himself at last—larger than the others, a shadow with eyes like molten steel, aura sharp, predatory, dangerous. He moved with deliberate precision, testing reactions, gauging the strength of our bond.

I'd show him what home advantage really meant. The change rippled through me like silk sliding over steel, bones reforming with the familiar agony that always preceded the kind of violence that defined my true nature. Human concerns—mercy, restraint, the careful politics of supernatural society—fell away like discarded clothing. What remained was predator, pure and simple. Alpha wolf defending his territory, his pack, his mate from creatures stupid enough to challenge what they couldn't hope to defeat. I hit the tree line running, my enhanced senses mapping enemy positions with predatory precision. Blackwood had spread his forces thin, hoping to divide my attention between multiple threats.

Jenny P.O.V I am Jenny Anderson, the youngest daughter of Alpha Anderson of the Golden Sun Pack. Our pack is known for our shining golden eyes, a mark of our loyalty and dedication, traits I inherited from my father. Tonight is a very significant night, at least for me, because tomorrow I will transform into a wolf. It's a new moon, and it will be a blood moon, red in color.

I asked him, unwilling to throw the question at any of our fathers. “I’ll do the honors, son,” my father chimed in just before he laid out the most ridiculous revelation of all time. For the next fifteen minutes, he went on about how he’d banded with the other two Alphas years ago because of a prophecy that was delivered directly to them from the moon goddess’s messenger. He spoke in detail about how April was meant to tear us apart and pit us against each other until it led to our bitter ends. And not just us, apparently, our packs would also be subject to humiliation and extinction by the time she was done with us.

I stared at the scene before me, I noticed strange creatures fighting, and I knew they were the Grydens. They had bat-like wings, with sharp claws and they were three times larger than a normal human, they were so huge. Fighting the Lycans and werewolves was easy for them. I noticed a huge black wolf, fighting them off with so much ease, the wolf stood out from the others. I knew it was Vincent, but I wondered why his wolf was black. I walked into the war zone, and I noticed Scarlet sitting in the middle of everything, with the protection of the wolves and witches, forming a circle in a protective stance.

Whipping my gaze to him, my breath hitched as I watch him position himself above me. “Let’s just say a virgin like you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a room with me,” He whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my core ache. And I hate it. Gritting my teeth, I look up at him, struggling to escape his grasp. He’s right. I’ve been a ball of nerves since he popped up in my room. I mean, who wouldn’t? Imagine getting out of the shower then find a smoking hot, dangerous and arrogant-looking outsider leaning against the wall of your room. With no bra or panties on, there’s only so much you could do to tell him off. Especially if the jerk is none other than the future alpha of Cruelcrest Hounds Pac

I could feel a rush of adrenaline rushing through my veins to my head, my grip around their necks clenched, even more, they began choking and gasping for a breath. I heard my bones snapping, my nails grew longer and so did my grips around their necks. My nails tugged deep into their skins, and gradually I felt their blood run down my hands, and it smelled so good. my craving for their blood grew even stronger, I was beginning to lose my human sense and control over the beast inside of me. I growled in anger and pain while I fought to control the monster within me. The whimpering of the pregnant woman helped snap me back to my senses. I tossed them across the alley and ran to help her up on h

That almost made Adryan reach over to the man, and rip his throat out with his bare hands instead be leaned over to where Alpha Connor sat, his face a cold canvas to the eyes. "Listen here you sleazy bastard, this is my pack and in my pack, adultery with mated she wolves is considered a crime. By all means do what ever the hell you want to, but don't think for a second that I wouldn't hesitate to declare a war among our packs" Adryan pauses, with a devious smile on his face "and we all know whose gonna win it anyways." He pats Alpha Connor's shoulder, pretending to brush away imaginary dust from his jacket.