Female Predator Novels & Stories

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.

And smiled—a cold smile, a dangerous one. "Laugh all you want now," she whispered softly to herself. "Because soon, I'll make sure that laughter stops." In the corridor, Clarissa's voice could still be heard—bright, victorious, not knowing that the woman she thought she'd defeated was planning a counterattack. Not knowing that Alina Hayes Blackwood was no longer the obedient and quiet wife. She was a wounded predator. And a wounded predator is the most dangerous kind.

I showed him and all he did was laugh at me, and made jest of the fact that I was weak. I have never known anyone worse. I get into my car Mom needs to hear this. I drive as fast as I can because I feel like exploding and the only one that can calm me down now is Mom. “Ethan has advanced in his shamelessness.” Mom says. “I really don’t understand why it had to be Selena.” “Old predators use the younglings as prey, my dear. If he didn’t do it to Selena, he would have done it to someone else. Selena was just there at that moment to fall into his trap. It’s what he does.”

Seeing her like this awakened a more primal part of me—a part that wanted nothing more than to devour her whole. Goddess, I lived for this. “Grind on me.” Her eyes widened slightly at my order. But she knew I wouldn’t be repeating myself. Slowly, she moved her waist, grinding against my cock that was screaming to be set free. But I had to control myself. I needed to remember my goal. The men here knew. They all knew this was Ragnar’s wife—his ex-wife now. And yet, none of them dared to question this. Because there was nothing more graceful, more poetic in its violence, than the image of an Alpha’s wife being ravished by his enemy—by me.

I had hoped for a few days of peace, but my patience with these two had run out. "Don't even think about it!" Vahn snarled through gritted teeth. "We'll dissolve our mate bond, and you can mark Freeda instead. It's a win-win for everyone," I said, turning to Freeda. "You're the only Alpha Female among Valdora's 56 Alphas. Are you really willing to spend your life as a mistress?" "She will be my wife, not a mistress! We're doing this for your own good. If I reject you, what Alpha would want second-hand goods?" Freeda hadn't even spoken before Vahn answered for her.

A burst of light pure and overwhelming like the moon blinked into existence just behind my ribs. I dropped to my knees, gasping. Kaid whimpered. “She’s shifted,” I whispered. “She’s shifted.” No barriers. No struggling. No half-forms. She did it. She’s stronger than I ever imagined. And I’m losing her. Later, Grace corners me in the main hall, draped in white silk and smugness. “She’s at Predator now, isn’t she?” she asks sweetly. I say nothing. “Must sting,” she adds. “Seeing her become everything you were supposed to protect, some poor old omega, scrubbing their ancient floors.” She giggles

She questioned and I took a step back. All I wanted to do was leave her presence. “I knew it. You are a pretender. You claim to act like a saint but you are nothing but a town whore. Do you even know the father of this baby?” She gasped. “This child is a bastard just like you! How many men did you sleep with? Oh, I cannot wait for my mother to know about this. You are a shame.” she let out a sarcastic laugh. “You are a disgrace to the entire pack and I will make sure you are publicly disgraced. I will inform my brother and the pack members about your shame on us.” She stated firmly.

In a whirlwind of motion, her human figure dissolved, replaced by a magnificent creature of the wild. Her sleek fur glistened in the sunlight, and her eyes, once warm and compassionate, now burned with an untamed fire. She stood with an air of confidence, her lupine form emanating power and dominance. The werewolves, for a moment, were frozen in place, caught off guard by this unexpected transformation. Their growls faltered as they beheld the sight before them. Freda, now a formidable predator in her own right, had become the embodiment of the very creatures we battled.

Instead, the red sight appeared in my eyes! And since that night, my life had become a nightmare. I keep running from one place to another. . . They say I'm the first female Alpha!. The First Lady with the red eyes!. Is it true? The myth of no woman can be an Alpha and king reigns amongst us!.

I untied her hands that roamed at the intersection of my chest before they went to my back getting lost in my hair. We kissed each other like two hungry predators. But the truth was, I was the predator and she was my prey. I was rough. I groped her ass with my right hand, holding her firm closer to me such that our bodies were touching. Her erect nipples were rubbing over my chest, throbbing my hardened dick. It was getting tough. I was done being the good guy and the beast had to be out then, not only to satisfy myself but for her as well. She lifted her hips when I pressed her on the bed.