Female Predator Novels & Stories

“How do I know what you say is true? All of these pictures were taken at one time and not multiple times as you claimed." “My future mate has the cutest small crescent moon on her left hip. I bet it is very sensitive. I can’t wait to suck on it. She is so responsive to my words. How much more responsive will she be when I finally take her? Like I said, I’m a patient male and she is worth the wait.” Alpha Richard said. “I will kill you and her before I let you have her. Zell is MINE! Emil growled.

My eyes were wide open in shock and fear. How could I forget; this woman was a God damned fully awakened lycan. “You dare try to strike me, Gabriel?” She roared. The entire matter had escalated into more than I had bargained for and it was going to escalate some more if I did not find a way out of it. A lycan mate is very similar to a black widow spider or a female prey mantis, their mates are always in danger. Mira's height was steadily increasing as her body morphed into its secondary form.

" I start laughing and said; " You known what women phycology is different. I mean you can only talk to them. As a female werewolf, they loved there femininity, yet have been called masculine and intimidating. Being strong and clever is feminine. Being sporty and confident is feminine. They live in an age where people have begun to believe the stereotypes so strongly that they reject the truth of their own eyes and hearts. Female strength is a wonderful thing. If others have insecurity issues about that, that is their problem. Because being whom I was born to become is my pride, my well earned self esteem.I think if you really want to control them you have to manipulate there thoughts. They

I would forgive them all in their graves for I am going to wipe the whole of the dark pack for what they did to my family. They had the guts to do that? Oh! They wiped my family and I will never forgive that evil! "That is why I am The Female Alpha", I said aloud and my eyes immediately turned yellow. I could see the whole place, and it seemed as if everything was yellow. My claws and fangs grew longer, and although I was tempted to howl, I didn't.

I told him, looking away from him to the mop bucket beneath me as he practically undressed me with his eyes. Slowly, conversations in the diner picked up again, but a sense of dread rolled through the pit of my stomach as a sudden realization hit me. These shitty pregnancy pheromones were turning me into a discoball oozing of hormones in a place full of chaotic, horny werewolves. Unmated pregnant females are like catnip for male werewolves out there. Our bodies shamelessly keep attracting them by showing how fertile we are, like we still live in a cave and need a fucking protector.

Liam ordered the group. We all parted from Veronica, leaving her and two other girls that she was going to share this kill with. I licked my lips in anticipation. My beast wanted to laugh. How could we be intimidated by a female who couldn't even take down her own bear? It was funny. She wasn't worthy for our male. As much as she wanted to think she was good enough for him, my beast and I both knew she wasn't. Her mate would be at her level when she finally met him.

But always, always, runs the common theme: that at any given moment, Darla is an undeniable predator. When Brandon looks at Darla, as though in question, the snarl on her beautiful features grows more pronounced. "She was one of the spineless bastards who escaped after the end of the wedding," Darla says. Her nostrils flare at the scent she has long memorized. Her jaw cracks like a deafening threat. It has been a source of contention for Darla, that she had allowed even a single creature to escape that day. An apex predator like Darla, after all, is one who does not allow her prey to simply escape; no, a beast like Darla, is one that unequivocally devours every single creature stupid enough

I see her eyes flick in my direction before returning to the lake in front of us before she asks. “The shift is the only thing scaring you, is it, sweetheart?” I lower my eyes and take a shuddering breath. “No, it’s not…” I take another shuddering breath and continue before she can ask. “WereCats are not like WereWolves. Werewolf females go into their heat after meeting their mate and when in heat they only want to mate with their mate, however, when a WereCat shifts she goes into her first heat and she doesn’t care who or what male mates with her as long as she gets the relief their touch and fluids supply…”

They both outright proclaimed an interest in claiming her as their mate. Why? Why them, why now, and the most important question of all, what should she do? Despite the fact she'd told them it was impossible, she couldn't deny the pull they both emitted and the attraction and, yes, the interest of her cougar. It only took seeing them to make her inner kitty pace and yowl, urging her to mark the men and claim them. Her inner feline didn't care that Patricia preferred to remain single. That I don't want to lose or ruin my memories of Ryker. She recognized all too well the signs of the mating fever. The hunger. The uncontrollable arousal. The need ?

She picked up on it too, catching the reverse, and slowly immersing herself into the sense of domination. "Fuck me... now I feel like I am YOUR woman. I like to be your woman-to-fuck like this. I remember a National Geographic show of lions mating... his balls were banging against her like this as he put it too her. I feel so much like that proud lioness, catlike and svelte while I'm fucked by my male master and it is fucking GOOD."