I Want To Be His Prey Novels & Stories

To him, the line between predator and prey blurred, as he relished the anticipation of the hunt. Her defiance, her unwavering spirit, it was all a delicious challenge to his sinister mind. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, captivated by the fire that burned within her. And now, as she ventured further into the shadows, he saw an opportunity to indulge his darkest desires. His footsteps were silent, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves beneath his feet. He moved with a calculated grace, closing the distance between them, his eyes never leaving her figure. Each step brought him closer to his prey, fueling the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

Within seconds, I entered the pack house and rushed into Hector's room. But the sight before me drained the blood from my face. Hector had Milli pinned against the wall by her neck. The wound that had only recently healed on her head was bleeding anew, and Hector's gaze was fixed on her with a feral intensity, driven by the sole intent to annihilate his prey.

it is everything to provide me with momentary peace, as it shuts the storm in my head down in a way nothing else can. And then there’s Reid. I can feel him before I see him. He’s circling, shoulders hunched like a predator, hands shaped like claws. His small body vibrates with mischief, with energy too big for him to hold in. The hunt is on. He is the predator and I am his prey. I don’t move. I wait. Smile tugging at my lips.

“You want to listen cautiously.” I nodded, attempting not to cry. “He’s coming,” she said. “And the day you find out who he surely is, your heart will spoil.” I iced up. “Who?” “The man who desires to break you,” she said. “You’ve already met him. But you haven’t seen the fact.” “What fact?” She appeared over her shoulder. The stars in the back of her commenced turning purple. “Wake up,” she whispered. “Before it’s too late.”

"I assumed because you didn't eat the bread I gave you earlier that you weren't hungry. But if you are, just say so and I'll happily share this buffet with you." The dark glint in his eyes, the way his mouth curled up in the corners warned me it wasn't going to be that simple. Nothing with this man seemed simple. He was a predator a vicious hunter who had the power to entice, ensnare, only to let you meet your doom once he had you in his clutches. Yet he made me curious, wanting to know what exactly would happen if he managed to bait me, to lure me into his trap? Would I be strong enough to survive him? Or would I shatter like glass once he applied the pressure in order to force the life out

“Stop it.” I wiped sweat from my forehead, breathing hard. “I’m not thinking like prey. I’m thinking like someone who doesn’t want to get hit.” “Same thing.” She moved faster than I could track and swept my legs out from under me. I hit the ground hard, the air rushing from my lungs. “Prey runs. Prey dodges. Prey hopes the predator gets bored and leaves.” I glared up at her. “And what should I think like instead?”

It could be used against me. She could be used against me. And I would unravel. Because for the first time in a lifetime spent in the shadows of men and monsters, I care. And caring is dangerous. Because I know what it means to be the apex predator—untouchable, feared, alone. I’ve worn that skin comfortably. But this? This hunger that’s deeper than flesh and louder than instinct? This is how you become prey. I glance back toward Darius, who watches me like he already knows the answer but is giving me the dignity of speaking it myself.

I wanted to be the one he bared his throat to. He’s a liability. A foster-home runaway with a dead friend and a past full of shadows. He’s the perfect weapon for an enemy to use against the Vargas pack. But as I watched the way the firelight caught the sweat on his skin, none of that mattered. Sinking into him was the only truth I cared about. And the sickest part? I wanted to do it again. I’m a predator, and I’d just tasted blood. "We’re moving to the master suite," I said, lifting his limp body into my arms.

He just stood there in the shadows, looking exhausted—like a beautiful, broken young man who’d finally run out of masks. "Back up," I commanded, voice steadier than my trembling hands. "Take one step and I swear I’ll redecorate this underpass with your insides." Kain glanced down at the barrel, then back up at me. A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. "Go ahead," he whispered, voice hollow. "Want me to explain how to pull the trigger, or are we skipping the tutorial?" Absolute silence swallowed the underpass. Distant traffic felt like it was on another planet.

“I ruin them.” A shiver of both fear and anticipation crawled up my spine. What if I wasn’t just his prey? What if I was the one who would make him desire me more? What if his hunger for me became the very chain that trapped him?