Romans & histoires Predator Fanfiction

"Have you ever been a prey?" "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, you psycho." "I will take that as a no." I crossed my hands over my chest. "Because you've been a predator. To my mate, whom I happen to like very much and I'm very protective of." "I didn't do anything to her. Nothing happened between us, I swear. I didn't fucking touch her." "But you harassed her. She had nobody to defend her and you took advantage of her. If she had stayed in your pack a bit longer, you would have forced her."

He was still salty, though, muttering under his breath, "That Patience, she's got some nerve getting guys to fight her battles. A guy and a girl that close? I bet they're hooking up!" "LIONEL!" Kelsey suddenly roared, a suppressed snarl rumbling in his throat. His eyes immediately shifted to those narrow, golden-brown slits. A sharp cedar pheromone exploded around him, forming an invisible wall. "Patience is my fated mate, my Luna! You talk trash about her one more time, and I'm cutting you off for good!" Lionel was slammed by the sudden Alpha aura. Sweat instantly poured down his back. His fingers desperately gripped the couch arm.

"Three more days until graduation. Then I become Alpha and no one will ever hurt you again. You'll be my Luna and they'll have to respect you." I wanted to believe him so badly it hurt. For three years at Riverbend University, I endured hell. Male wolves grabbed my ass in hallways and called me easy. Female wolves spread rumors that I slept with professors for grades. They called me whore's daughter every single day because Mom dared to date again five years after Dad died. But Jaxon made it bearable. My fated mate, the future Alpha who loved me in secret and promised salvation was coming. His hand moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. I gasped when his fingers found me al

My face fell as sadness enveloped it. "I hate repeating myself," his teeth gritted loudly in irritation. Now he was being an arrogant jerk. Reluctantly, I peeled my feet off the floor and walked toward his king-sized bed. My knees wobbled and I forgot how to walk as his tense stare was glued on my exposed cleavage. My body shivered as goosebumps blanketed my body. Being alone with him was dangerous. I hated that he made me feel vulnerable around him. In this case, he was the predator while I was the prey.

“How dare you despise me like this.” “Since in my world, you belong to a clan I am destined to loath until the last days of my life,” I answered rashly, not breaking the eye contact with his. “And if I really am your mate, I can try to stick with you. A prey and predator relationship it will be, or maybe a symbiotic one. We only stick together for mutual benefits perhaps. By the way, your blood tastes sweeter than the others. If you don’t mind, may I?” “Tch, what a vicious vixen.”

And that showed in his speech and mannerisms. “Go ahead,” Village Head Fan waved his hand and said. “Yes, Head Fan. I feel that you are underestimating the boy” Blistering Cheetah started. “What do you mean,” Village Head Fan furrowed his brows and asked? “I have only followed him for two days now. But I’m certain that he’s a Predator.”

Chester was in no state of mind to listen to Elizabeth’s pleas. His slightly trembling hand continued to grip her neck. His fingers were practically about to touch. "You can't do this to me!" Elizabeth said waveringly. "Are you begging for mercy?" Chester’s eyes flashed with sarcasm. "Give me one good reason why!" Elizabeth furrowed her brows. She didn't want to die yet! "I’m... I’m pregnant!" Chester’s gaze narrowed. This woman was not only evil, but a compulsive liar as well!

“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?”

She had been in his mind, knew he believed her to be his lifemate. "Every male of your kind is born a predator, dark and deadly. True, they have strong instincts to protect those they love, but there is a darkness in them that grows stronger with each passing century. Without a lifemate they lose all emotion, even the ability to see colors. It is an empty existence. Every day the beast within grows stronger, and the darkness inches across their souls. You have not observed this in the males of your group?" Zande tapped a long fingernail against her cheek. "Actually, yes. At least with Dedari and Rich. Prest was always filled with joy until recently. He is quieter now. And there was another,

- KILLIAN - Fear. Even from a mile away, I can sense the fear of my prey. It’s very satisfying for a predator to witness the defeat of a victim before it’s claimed as a conquest. And right now, I am that predator, enjoying the trivial acts of my prey. I thrive on it. Dine on it even. And just at the right time, when I have her cornered, I’ll strike and leave nothing untouched. Hunting has never felt so divine.