Prey Drive Book Novels & Stories

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.

My eyes move to the people once again and I smile in satisfaction, the cool breeze pulls me sideways and the chirping noise of birds reminds me of my life before becoming Alpha Victor's slave wife. Richard knocks the dark glass of the van. The driver winds down the car window and bows his head at Richard. The driver's face is covered with sunshades, it seems slightly suspicious but I do not say a word because I believe Richard knows what he is doing. "You must be the driver taking us to Parkville?" Richard questioned. Parkville? I have never heard of that. I wonder how far that is. "Yes Sir." The driver replies, his voice is husky and deep.

- 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.

We both got inside the car and he drove off without another word on the matter. By the time we finally arrived back at the pack house, I was exhausted and very hungry. Every part of my body felt heavy and worn down. But aside from all of it, I was relieved that I had finally made it back in one piece. That alone felt like something worth holding onto. All through the drive back, I had been reading the Book of Shadows, going straight to the chapters that talked about crescent wolves and pure blooded wolves. I read every word carefully, turning each page slowly, making sure I didn't miss anything.

Prey wasn't supposed to stop running. I shifted tactics completely. Instead of attacking, I reached out with Tear power. Not to harm. To understand. Pushed past the corruption. Past the rage. Past the twisted flesh and broken bones. Found the mind underneath. And oh, Moon Goddess. Not a mindless beast. Not empty rage. But a trapped soul. A wolf. In agony. For two hundred years. Every moment was pain. Every breath was suffering. Every heartbeat was torture. But consciousness remained. Buried deep. Screaming silently.

I press him into brick and listen to the small animal in him try to run. I could end him between blinks. No siren. No headline. No one would miss a predator who hunts shadows. I lean close enough to see who he is in the glass of his eyes. Rage. Entitlement. The old, boring kind of hunger. My fangs ache. My throat burns. The old pattern unfurls in me like a banner: open him, drink until quiet, let him fall. Easy. Clean. Her voice touches the inside of my skull like a palm. If another body drops because I tell you no… there is no more us.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

I told myself I had seen the spark in his eyes and used it like a tool, and that tools don't consume the person holding them. I didn't know about the obsession. I didn't know about the madness. I didn't know that Veyron Draske didn't just keep power, or territory, or fear. He kept everything he decided was his. Somewhere between sentencing me and kissing me… Veyron decided I belong to him. I just hadn’t realized it yet.

STEIN The prey keeps on falling for the bait. All I did was throw some crumbs his way, and he started talking to me after giving me the cold shoulder for weeks. I had planned to give him more, but had to reduce it when I heard his request. He only wanted a billion. Giving him four times that amount was just my way of nudging him towards the cage.

“Master, the main intersection is crowded. There are too many vehicles—” “I said faster, damn it!” “But if I increase the speed, we might hit someone—” “Then hit them! Run them all over for all I care, just get us home now!” The driver gasped but immediately floored the accelerator. The car surged forward like a wild racer in a crowd, ignoring the frantic honking of vehicles narrowly avoided. The car surged forward like a wild beast, ignoring the frantic honking of vehicles. Michael gripped his phone until his knuckles turned white, his eyes staring into the darkness with a murderous intensity.