Arkane Studios Prey Novels & Stories

“That’s not what I think should have happened. I mean, who cares who Shaun chose? What their pack does isn’t anyone’s business. I’m just saying that Vincent Dawn HAS to be behind this. I’m just confused because now he’s put his whole pack and his allies in danger.” The door creaked open and Allie-Jean walked out. She was dressed now and there was still sleep in her eyes. “What’s going on?” She asked. Peter and I looked at each other uneasily, but just for a moment. I knew I was going to have to tell her as soon as possible or her brother would show up and tell her himself. I had to prepare her and the rest of our pack NOW. War was now declared. So I told her.

Wolves. Her brow furrowed. Wolves? That was nonsense. Wolves were stories told by firelight to frighten children into obedience. She’d grown up hearing her uncle scoff at such tales, branding them as foolish superstitions. The forests were dangerous enough with bandits and hunger; no one needed to invent beasts. And yet, the servants’ voices trembled in a way that didn’t feel like make-believe. Mara leaned in closer to the group. “They say it was the Lupari. That they’re moving again. And if they’re bold enough to strike this close—”

A familiar, unwelcome presence that sent a jolt of icy dread through me. Ryder. He swaggered into the classroom with his usual infuriating confidence, every inch of him radiating an arrogant possessiveness that made my stomach churn. He moved with a predatory grace, owning the space as if it were his personal domain. He was beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way, a captivating darkness that had always held a strange, unsettling allure. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine for just a heartbeat – a fleeting connection that burned with something unfamiliar, something bordering on a raw, possessive heat that made breathing feel like an optional activity.

KAINE’S POV It takes fifty seconds for my protection mark to appear. And it's only by thirty-nine, she finally stops resisting. *Great Hel. She’s too stubb—* The sudden, sharp pressure of her teeth sinking into my lip cuts my thoughts short. She actually drew blood. I lean back a little. Most prey would freeze when cornered. They would not bide their time, waiting for an opening to retaliate. They would not try to fight back. “How dare you? Let go of me, you beast!” she spits, her blue eyes blazing at me.

I frown at the thought, my cock hardening again. "Arabella?" "A second." She’s almost voiceless, but I hear her and I swallow several times as I continue to stare at her, my cock growing harder by the second. Before I can, however, fist it in my hand the second time, she shuffles and the camera is back to her face. Her post-orgasm face doesn’t do less damage than seeing her soaked pussy. Her cheeks are bright red—I can clearly make out the color this time—and her eyes are wide, the brown sparkling.

“I am Aries, the alpha of the Palecrest pack, and we believe the wolves are to serve the gods who blessed us, not the dark.” “But the gods gave each of us the gift to make our own choices. Fighting others just because they disagree with your choice goes against the addicts of the gods.” Elyssa frowned. “Aries, almost all the parties caught in this rift are victims of a pledge taken against their will. If you must take this up with anyone, how about the gods and the dark who force humans and wolves to fight in a war they don’t even understand?” Grumbling, Aries shifted his weight between his legs. “Your points are valid, Luna, but even if the choice has already been made, we can rescind it.”

Arx Storage did not look like a place that held the bones of empires. From the outside, it was just another aging data center by the freight yards—square concrete, tinted glass, and a faded sign that read **ARX ARCHIVAL SOLUTIONS**. Trucks trundled by on distant roads. A single security light flickered above the loading bay. Kieran killed the van’s headlights a block away. “Last chance to pretend we’re reasonable,” he said quietly. “No fun in that,” Rae murmured from the back, checking the feed on her tablet. “Cams are looping on a thirty-second delay. You’ve got a window.”

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means whether by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the copyright owner. DEDICATION To the Salami-Aruna Family. To Victor Olarenwaju Olorunjuwon. DISCLAIMER All names and characters in this book are fictitious. They have no existence outside this book. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS All thanks to the Almighty God for his constant love! ABOUT THE AUTHOR Esther Imoseme Aruna is an upcoming writer. She has written a few other books such as Forced to Marry, The Great Escape, The Wrong Dark house, Kimo the Dancing Frog, An Affair to Rememb

” He scoffs still looking at my breasts. “The Raven” I say, giving them the name I’m known by. His eyes shoot back up to my face and I see his recognition of my name. He takes a step back, now a little wary. “N-no offense Ms. Raven, but this message came straight from Stix. Afraid that overrides ya.” Smaller guy says with reluctance. Kieran interrupts before I can respond, “Fellas, let’s step outside. No need to interrupt these patrons dinner.” His smile is venomous but the words come out like he’s talking to old friends.

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"