Novel & Cerita American Predator

If you lived here, you wanted the world to know you were afraid of something. I lifted the binoculars and swept the boundary. Four-man patrol on the quarter hour, all in matching tan Carhartts, black softshell vests, no logos. Two on foot, two with dogs. One of the dogs was a purebred Malinois, the kind the DOD started breeding after the last batch of German Shepherds aged out. The other was…something else. Not a wolf, not exactly, but the kind of animal you’d get if a werewolf spent ten years as a Navy SEAL and then decided to become a dog for tax reasons.

She closed her eyes as she let the tears flow freely down her cheeks, there was nothing she could do against these people. They were formidable and she was only their toy to play with as they deemed fit. Alessandro had made it clear today that he was not done dealing with her. She could not even being to fathom how he had ripped a man’s head off his neck, shattering bones and tendons with just his bare hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders as he quickened his pace. Her tears increased, her thoughts were confused, she could not think clearly but one thing she was sure of was that Alessandro was a predator, a very deadly kind and she was his prey...

Their presence was a wall that closed in too fast, leaving no space to breathe. “Well, well, what do we have here?” One of them said, voice slow and cruel, eyes glinting with malicious amusement. The predator who spoke stepped closer, his breath hot and faintly sour against Ari’s face. Fingers reached out and traced a mocking line along Ari’s cheek, like a cat toying with a mouse. “Why so sad, bunny?” he hissed, lips curling into a smile that didn’t touch his eyes. Ari’s breath hitched. His chest tightened, every nerve screaming for him to run, to scream, to do anything but stand frozen.

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.

And the dragon clan representative in hybrid form, wings folded against her back, scales catching moonlight. "Adrian Wei," Vess says. "You're coming with us." "No," Adrian says simply. His hand tightens around mine. "I'm not." "You don't have a choice," Morrison says. "By federal paranormal statute, uncertified apex predators are automatically classified as containment threats." "And by old law," the dragon clan representative says, "apex predators answer only to the ancient councils. Which no longer exist. Which means you answer to whoever's strongest." Adrian shifts. Not fully paranormal. Not human. Something in between. Gold and black aura flaring around him like wildfire. The ground bene

The sinister figure loomed above her, his triumphant aura casting a malevolent shadow over her prone form. As he hovered above Amelia, relishing his apparent victory, a sudden blur of fur and fury exploded into the scene. Adrian's wolf, a magnificent creature with a gleaming coat of silver and eyes ablaze with righteous fury, lunged at the intruder with unmatched strength and speed. The impact was bone-jarring, a collision of primal power that sent shockwaves through the night.

“What's all this? You are my mate, what's going on? I saw you not quite long ago, but you were looking haggard and dirty.” Her brows creased into a frown, and she poured those beautiful red lips that looked so succulent in my eyes. “I don't know what you are talking about, but having a mate is not possible.” She replied. “I thought so too. I'm a…" “A Predator, I know.” She said calmly, looking me straight in the eyes. “I was made to be your destruction, so, there's no way I wouldn't know who you are.” “Made?”

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.

"Because you can produce a hybrid child...which is in your belly right now." as soon as Vlora gestured to her belly, she became unaware, more on it she was stunned. Getting shocking news after news Pidge was unable to react...her mind was still processing. "Where is Maddox?" she asked in a rage. "Maddox is also the alpha of Czar pack. His team needs him, that's why he went to finish the Swamp Goddess, Decima." "It means I am pregnant with the wolf babe inside of me?" Pidge was astonished as she could ever be.

"Breaking the spirit of a yearling is far more rewarding than negotiating with a seasoned predator, isn't it?" I leaned against the mahogany doorframe of my suite at the Pacific Crest Resort, watching Leo—the young wolf who had thought he could outsmart the Westline Holdings hierarchy—fumble with his burner phone.