Romans & histoires Prey Novel

This… this unpredictable, chaotic event was the antithesis of everything he stood for. The possessive growl of my wolf vibrated deep within me, a primal claiming that warred with the ingrained sense of decorum I had been raised with. Ours. The word echoed with a disturbing certainty, a biological imperative that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls of my composure. “Fuck,” I breathed, the expletive a mere whisper against the backdrop of the stunned silence that had fallen over the room. I couldn’t even begin to process the enormity of it. Couldn’t let myself fully feel the burgeoning connection to Lily, the protective instincts of my wolf, because the air itself seemed to cr

He had fully transformed into the beast of fury and rage, every step led the beast towards the addictive scent. Prey. It snarled, its teeth unfurling once more in excitement as darkness slid from his shadow before him, wrenching the gate apart. The beast stepped into the night. Ready for blood and slaughter.

My body followed, my massive paws slamming against the forest floor as I lunged. Everything sharpened around me, the syrupy scent of him, the sound of his breath, the rhythm of his heartbeat. He was Prey. That was what he became in that moment, not Caelum, not the boy who watched me. Not the one who tried to understand me but prey. He moved just in time. My claws tore through the air where he had been, slicing bark from a tree instead. He turned sharply, his blade already in his hand. “Nyra!” he shouted.

“This isn’t a warning. This is the law. Break it, and you’ll leave pieces of yourself behind for the crows.” They didn’t answer. Fear hung over them thicker than smoke. I walked away, the sound of their silence following me like an anthem. The whispers would spread faster than blood pooling on stone. Good. Let them spread. Let the whole campus know: prey wasn’t theirs to touch. Prey belonged to me. Ari belonged to me. And tonight, when he returned, trembling and unaware of how close the world had come to cutting him open, I would remind him again that no one could take him.

Every red cell sat where a green one had stood the day before. The first thought came fast and hot. *Northstar.* Daniel's warm voice on the phone. The black folder on my father's desk. The way he'd known about the first delivery. It would be so easy to believe, and it would feel like knowing. I made myself stop. "Elise?" Priya said. "I'm thinking." "You look like you want to call Daniel." "I do." I closed my fist. "And I won't. Not yet. I have a feeling, not a fact. If I make decisions on fear, I'm no better than Harold's friends."

"Mom and Dad flew out to Milande for a business trip. There's croissant and milk." I nodded, poured myself a glass of milk, and sat down at the table to eat. My sister sat across from me. She waited until I'd finished most of it before speaking. "Alright, spill it," Sarah said. I washed my glass as I talked. "I flushed all the nonsense out of my brain, slunk back home, and decided to become your most loyal servant." For once, my sister didn't make fun of me. She just stared at me, dead serious.

She turned and left before getting lost in the crowd. ‘We need this, Hayes. Don’t let her ruin our appetite.’ Rhys advised. “I came here, didn’t I?” I groaned. I walked to the bidding table and picked up a brochure of the preys that were going to be available. I flipped through and they looked really enticing but one caught Rhys’ attention. ‘I want that one,’ he growled inside of me. “Let’s see the attributes. Shall we, Rhys?” I added. “A fast runner, poisonous and had been in solitude,” I chuckled. “This will taste really good.”

“She’s going to cum. From being stuffed in every hole.” “Of course she is.” The leader fucks my throat slowly. “Because that’s what prey does. Prey cums when she’s caught. Prey loves being used. Prey thanks her hunters for breeding her.” They speed up. All three of them, fucking me harder, faster, driving toward their own releases while I hang suspended between them. I can’t think. Can’t speak. Can only feel – the cocks inside me, the pleasure building, the orgasm approaching like a freight train.

Nora's laptop appears on the screen beneath a document titled NORTH WALK: QUESTIONS BEFORE ANSWERS. “Thank you,” Tess says. “Please don't make a speech about how generous he is,” Nora tells her. “He pushed two buttons.” “Three,” I say. “One of them was very difficult.” Nora points toward the pastries. “Your reward is a stale croissant.” I should leave. There are a dozen reasons to leave. My mother has warned me about confusing my internship with a place in the town's advocacy effort, and the folded sheets on the tables clearly have advocacy written all over them.

A predator is stalking his prey, crouching in the darkness but hiding in plain sight, yet not even the hunted had realized her demise is near. He whistles. His tone is full of jolly tunes and the sound reverberating across the park, like the jingling of the bell. The prey jolted in horrified expression. She heard it! The hymn of death slowly loomed on her like a creeping shadow. She looked around in panic, her eyes darting everywhere, and she kept running in a circle. Her mind was in a disarrayed state, unable to think wisely. Even so, her hands tightly grabbed the rosary necklace wrung around her pale neck. As if she is gripping the string of her lifeline. She is praying desperately, pleadi