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Mine. Table four was two truckers. Harmless. I refilled their mugs, dropped the check, and turned— The bell chimed again. The air changed. It was like someone opened a freezer door in the middle of the Mojave. The hairs on my arms stood up. The diner went quiet. Forks paused mid-air. Predator. My wolfless body didn’t have enhanced senses, but it remembered them. It remembered _him_. Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t—

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

Due to my previous injuries, Alicia let her defenses slip. She looked at me with smug confidence, seemingly convinced I couldn't do anything to her. The moment she let her guard down, I seized the opportunity to cause a disturbance by knocking over a nearby shelf. She was startled by the sudden commotion and slackened her grip on the knife. I rushed forward and pulled the hostage behind me before quickly subduing her. This situation mirrored the time I saved her back then. Alicia didn't think I would suddenly come at her. She struggled with all her might, crying out hysterically, "You lied to me, Peter! If you'd just told me sooner that your grandpa's the commander, I never would've gotten i

the predator continued softly, “that once you taste what you could be, you will never again want the weak, trembling, self-denying creature he has become.” My breath tore. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He stepped even closer. “Or did you feel it? The moment your hunger bloomed, Avel broke.” I closed my eyes. His words dug in like thorns. “He wanted to feed on you,” the predator murmured. “You felt it. You saw it. He only ran because he was ashamed.” “He didn’t run.” “He begged you to run.” A soft, disdainful laugh. “Even weaker.” “Stop.”

“Was it everything you fantasized?” he murmured, dragging a single knuckle down her spine making her wriggle. She gasped at the contact, It was maddening how gentle he could be or how gentle he chose to be, when he could have torn her apart the way she wanted to be torn. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “More.” His hand fisted her hair and yanked her head back harshly. “You like playing prey,” he said. “But the thing about being prey, sweetheart…” he bent closer, his breath hot on her ear. “…is that eventually, the predator gets hungry.”

His hands gripped the iron bars of the cage door. And then with a violent roar He ripped them open. The metal door slammed against the wall with a thunderous crash. For a moment neither of us moved. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. Knox stepped forward slowly. Out of the cage, he was completely free. His shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths as his glowing eyes locked onto me. Predator. He had smelt a prey. The air between us felt electric. Dangerous. He tilted his head slightly.

The wind rushed against my skin, carrying the sharp scent of fear and damp earth. And something else. Predator. I broke through the trees and spotted him, Elias. The young scout was trapped, his ankle twisted in a tangle of roots. Panic filled his eyes as he struggled to free himself, his breathing uneven. Behind him, something moved. Large. Silent. Watching. The predator stepped into the moonlight, its eyes glinting cold and calculating. It wasn’t like the wolves we trained against. It was bigger. Heavier. Its movements were slower but deliberately dangerous in a way that made my instincts flare violently.

I sat in the chair with the heels of my hands pressed against my eyes and let myself cry. Later when the tears dried, I went to wash my face and came back and found a book on the table. The same one I'd been reading yesterday. But moved. Placed differently, with a slip of paper tucked in at a specific page. I opened to it. It was the chapter about the man who couldn't stop. The one I'd read aloud two nights ago. There was no note on the paper. The paper was blank. But someone had marked the page, someone who must have been listening when I read, and knew which chapter I'd been reading, and had gone looking for the physical book to mark the place.

Leaning casually against the stone archway like he never left. “Couldn’t sleep either?” he asks. “I could,” I admit. “But I didn’t want to.” He studies me, then gestures down the corridor. “Come with me.” I follow without question. The halls of Predator Pack are nothing like Ridge or Moonstone. The walls are carved stone but etched with moving glyphs, runes that shimmer faintly with silver-blue light as we pass. The air buzzes alive with something old and watchful. “You feel it,” Elias says, watching my gaze.

Not because I was afraid. But because I was sharpening. Because I had made a decision. He would not get my love. He would not get my surrender. But he would get something else. He would get exactly what he deserved. And when that day came—when his guard slipped, when the pattern broke, when the rhythm cracked—I would be ready. He would never see it coming. Because predators, for all their cunning, always forget one thing: Caged things don’t stay caged forever. They learn.