The Predator's Contract Partner Novels & Stories

Evelyn and I managed to secure new contracts with the smaller packs, but since the Alpha of the London Green Pack wanted to get his investment in our pack back, he introduced us to some of the big shots, which landed us with bigger contracts. When I looked at the figures they were throwing around, I was sure our pack’s finances would be back on track. “I’ll ask my Beta to prepare the contract and bring them here now,” I told them smoothly, hiding the excitement in my heart. Yes, this banquet was not ordinary. Werewolves also did business here, including discussing possible deals between packs, sure partnerships, and contract signing for any partnerships made during the banquet. I quickly min

“Mmm. A fair trade. You deliver the lambs… and I carve them into wolves.” Their eyes met, and for a long moment the chamber was silent, thick with unspoken promises. Then, with the faintest of nods, they sealed their accord. No blood pacts, no grand speeches. Just two predators recognising opportunity in each other.

No, who cared though, she has to die, she couldn't possibly make my reign a bad one ' Where ever you are Sarah, I would find you ' I said to myself and left to my bedroom THIRD PERSON'S POV "Oh no! This is just the beginning Liam, I would make your reign the worst the Werewolves would experience" The man said, not without a maniac laugh "He would end the life of their very own helper, and the disaster he is trying so bad to prevent, would befall them, when he least expect, ha-ha" Freda, the prohetess said and they both laughed

My face flamed, shame and fury colliding as I stumbled over a response, every excuse tasting weak on my tongue. Before I could gather my voice, he shifted, setting aside the glass. From the desk beside him, he pulled a folded piece of parchment and spread it across the polished wood. The wax seal cracked as he pressed it flat, his eyes never leaving mine. So he was expecting me already?? “A contract,” he said evenly. “You will serve as my partner. My lover. For one year. In exchange, I will see to your every need. Food, clothing, protection.” He paused, the weight of his gaze pinning me in place. “And at the end of that year, you will not serve ten more in bondage. You will be released. A fr

He greeted me with a smile hanging on his face I was so lost in thoughts that I didn't even realize when he came in. "I'm doing fine." I returned. "Today, I am going to make you my Luna and be crowned the Alpha of the pack too and we will rule together." He smiled. He pushed a contract paper over to me and I read through it. It was the pack shifting contract. I has signed a a part of it before but this was going to conclude it all and there was no going back. But I certainly did not care.

Stacy replied in a slightly aggressive tone “I agree, and looking at this contract, he knows what he is doing, so what is he really building?” Dominic silenced himself as Gareth entered the room again. “So then, do we have a deal?” the cocky southerner held out his hand as though a simple gentleman’s agreement would be binding, Dominic signed the contract and shook the man's hand, “We do, I’ll have my legal team at Predtech deal with the rest,” Gareth smiled widely, “Excellent, we’ll have you on your new land by weeks end,”

Alpha Marius notices immediately before straightening in his seat. "What's that?" he asked. I don't say anything at first. I just give it to him. Alpha Marius takes it slowly before his eyes scans the front and flipping it open. His gaze drops to the dark ink spelling out my name beside his in clean and deliberate strokes. It's the contract. Our contract. The one that ties me to him as his future Luna and business partner. His thumb is resting on the edge of the page as if afraid it will disappear at any moment.

Even if the alignment was restricted to a single night-cycle. My mind entertained the option for a fraction of a second, allowing his arms to drag my anatomy back into his mass. Allowing his male form to relieve the agonizing ache burning between my legs. It would not represent the initial sequence where a mated female utilized the mental image of a supreme alpha while copulating with her legal producer. It functioned as one of the baseline benefits of a domestic contract—the ability to safely utilize a familiar partner to satisfy raw carnal desires without ever disclosing the predator who lit the fire.

She flipped open to a specific page, and on the top of the chapter was a hand-drawn copy of the sigil for the Predators. "As far back as the 1400s, the Predators have remained very elusive," she began. "They started as a subsect of the Kindred, and before the Blood Pact came into existence, they operated as what they called Human Hunters. Even though back then, Kindred were able to feed on humans without consent, there were still regulations in place to ensure the survival of the human race. Of course, the Human Hunters didn't follow this rule, and the beliefs of this long-forgotten group can still be seen in the Predators today."

and gave a little cough. "He is not here." Oh," she said. "He has a couple of things going on at the moment. He'll arrive shortly."I let out a long sigh. I tried not to look at the door once again. He had to hurry after his pack, of course. He has to concentrate on doing it well. There was no way he would spend the whole day attempting to babysit me because he wasn't my babysitter. It turns out that I wasn't his true partner. I was only a contractual mate, and in due course, the contract would expire, forcing me to part from his pack. "Are you okay?" Carla enquired.