Alphas Prey Novels & Stories

Brian told me and I frowned before shaking my head. “I'm not sure I can be an Alpha for now, Brian. I can't function, I can't think…” “Alex…” “I need her, Brian. I cannot properly function without her so I cannot be Alpha until Scarlett is found. This whole pack reminds me of her, this room, every fucking thing and its driving me insane” I told him and he frowned before letting out a sigh.

Maxine didn't answer, but Alph could feel her tense, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts. The Predator launched itself from the shadows, its form a blur of fur and teeth. On instinct alone, Alph shifted into his wolf form in the time it took to blink an eye. His muscles flexed under his fur as he launched himself at the rogue wolf, meeting it head-on. The two wolves collided like the force had the earth shivering. Baring teeth, they snarled and snapped at each other, each trying to gain the upper hand. The Predator was wild, its moves erratic and vicious, but Alph was faster, more calculated. He couldn't let himself lose—not with Maxine's life at stake.

Jack landed in the ash, rolling to his feet. The creature tightened its coil around Ben. The plastic of Ben's suit began to crack. POP. "I can't breathe!" Ben gasped. Jack looked around. Marcus was down, trying to stand but clutching his side. Haley was firing her pistol, which was effectively a pea shooter against this monster. They were outmatched. This was an Alpha predator, evolved to kill things much stronger than humans. Jack’s cursed arm flared. He could try to touch it, to drain it. But the scales... they were dead bone. He needed to touch flesh. And the only exposed flesh was the mouth.

“I can’t believe you’d do something so stupid Sorahiko, though, I guess I should’ve expected that, after all, I did prepare for it” I will privately throw a fuss over him calling me stupid later. Right now, we’re in dangerous territory. Alphas don’t like to chase people, except their mates, even in the metaphorical sense. Their instincts are wired to lead, not chase. So maybe I shouldn’t have tried to bail. I turn and quickly drop the…now that I’m looking at it, is that a new phone? Is that an actual tablet from Hxx?— no, I will get back to these later.

“If you weren’t yelling and acting totally different from her, I would have thought you were her” “And what does that have to do with me?” “I’m just saying,” he responded. “The Alpha doesn’t let anyone off easy so use that to your advantage”. I scoffed and turned to face the doors. Screw talking my way out of this, I would probably make a run for it and save myself the trouble. I took in a breath, retracing my steps and calculating how long it would take me to get out of here when the doors bursts open and men shuffled out of it.

I felt the White Wolf rise, not as a commander, but as a predator staring into the eyes of madness. "They’re closing the circle," I warned, my muscles coiling. From the darkness, a massive, furred shape stepped into the pale moonlight filtering through a grate above. It was an Alpha. "Don't kill them!" I yelled, though the command felt fragile. But as the creatures lunged, the darkness seemed to vibrate with their hunger. We were surrounded, outmatched by the terrain. The hunt had begun, and we were the prey. The Alpha of the pack leaped, his teeth gleaming in the dark.

"The knowledge of the private island made my inner beast go wild." Michael smirks, his hand sliding down to grip Jone's hardening length through the thick fabric of his trousers. "We make land in ten minutes," he growls, his own shaft straining violently against his heavy leathers. The image of stripping Jone bare on the black sand, his male frame slick with sweat under the moonlight... the thought makes the alpha's blood boil. Jone flashes a predatory, inviting look, reaching for a dark berry and crushing it between his teeth, letting the dark juice stain his lips. "You enjoy watching my wolf burn, don't you, Alpha?"

They're going to use you until there's nothing left. "No." Yes. They will take advantage of you until you are just a shell. Until you are a shattered toy. Until you are nothing. And then they will dump you. They will abandon you. They will move on. They will find another Omega." "They would not.". "They would. They will. It's the way of the world. It's the way of the pack. It's the way of the Alphas. They're hunters. And you're prey." "Stop it."

They move with a slow, predatory grace that makes my stomach flip. Alpha Prime leads them. He is the largest, a wall of scarred muscle with eyes that glow a dark, hungry gold. He doesn't wear a shirt, and the heat radiating off his chest is like a furnace. Behind him are the Twins, Silas and Kael. They are identical, massive, and move in total sync, their heavy boots thudding against the floor at the exact same time. Trailing behind is the Feral. He is the youngest, and his eyes are wide and wild. He looks sick with lust, his chest heaving as he catches the scent of my heat.

I used to be Melica Stormborn. Now I'm Melica Arvaunt, the adopted "sister" who carries Angeline's bags, takes Angeline's hits, and gets dropped 50 meters from the academy gates so no one will see us together. At the Celestial Moon Academy, everyone ranks above me. Alphas, Betas, their Lunas, even the Betas' Lunas. I'm dead last, the only girl adopted by a former Alpha, with no mate and a wolf so weak it barely counts. My deal with Alpha Arnold is simple. Protect his sickly daughter, a gifted healer and the chosen Luna of Steven Highvern, and stay out of trouble. The rest was easy, but keeping my ever growing feelings for Steven wasn't. Then, on my 18th birthday, a "prank" goes wrong.