Who Is The Prey Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Why no one, not even Jake, could stop me. And as the council prepared to pass judgment, my eyes drifted back to Alyanna. She would learn, in time, that the truth was never simple. That in the world of Alphas, of power and control, some prey never saw the predator waiting until it was too late. And that predator? That predator was me.

After begging my dad for the 100th time to let me come back home for school, he finally gave in. Before the semester started, he warned me repeatedly. “There is an underground clique around campus. Every year, they single out one freshman who attracts too much attention and make that person their punching bag. “They are careful about covering their tracks. We’ve looked into them for a long time and still have nothing solid. Keep your head down and watch your back.” I nodded, then I remembered that I had recently joined the incoming-freshman group chat. I opened it and intended to ask if anyone knew anything about the clique, only to discover that someone had tagged me. [Damn, we found

Feared. But something deep within her stirred, ancient and electric. Change was coming. She didn't know when. Or how. But she felt it in her bones. And so did her wolf. ⸻ Hello everyone, Finally finally, we have our first chapter. Thank you for taking your time to join us as we begin the journey of this amazing book. I hope you all loved the first chapter as we finally get to meet our sweet Veyra. Let me know your thoughts in the comment session.

And the predator. I walked the city with purpose, my senses sharp, my mind clear in the way only rage can make it—no more confusion, no more questioning my worth or my place, only the need to feed, to remind myself that I was power incarnate, that I was not the man discarded in some lover’s triangle tragedy, that I was the storm they would all drown in before the end came. The first victim didn’t even know she was prey. She stumbled out of a club on 12th and Ash, her laughter bubbling up into the night like champagne spilling over a glass, her friends too drunk to notice her slip into the alley behind them to piss or vomit or whatever mortal mess she intended.

He didn’t reach for me. Maybe because of the look in my eyes. Maybe because of the way Lucien and Niko both shifted, minutely, like men who might not hate each other enough not to stop him in this one instance. At the door, I paused and looked back. “For the record,” I said quietly, “I’m not prey. Not anymore. If I’m anything in this food chain, I’m the one who decides which predators get to live long enough to fight over the scraps.” Then I opened the door to Black House’s noise and heat.

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.

She shivered. My patience was running out, I had to blink for a second but when I opened my eyes, I saw the gun flying towards me. catching it immediately, I turned to see her running towards the door. That is exactly what a prey should do, Run and make it fun for me. I watched her escape through the door and it made my heart swell up. “The hunt begins” I whispered. (End of flashback)

The husky timber I've become familiar with over the past few months sends shivers down my spine. It's too much. My legs freeze and I stop walking. Going any further would be beyond stupid, but I can't step back either. As much as I've talked to this man over letters and phone calls, nothing has prepared me for the dark predator standing before me. Nothing's prepared me for his chiseled good looks or the intense scrutiny of his gaze. And in the seconds I stand there, locked in front of him like some kind of helpless deer, I've become his prey, and I know it.

If I was being honest, she wasn’t even a challenge and that was what the game thrived on. Preys being a challenge. A thirst every hunter wanted to quell. A quest they wanted to conquer. The chase before that surrender. Eudora had to be the easiest one of all of the Omegas out there and if I wasn’t the one going after her, she wouldn’t last a minute out there before she is brought down on her knees and taken away by whoever has hunted her down. “It isn’t new, Rex. This isn’t the first time a prey has been picked by dozens of hunters although in her on case, I do not see any reason why it is that way other than the fact that you are the one fighting for her.”

To him, the line between predator and prey blurred, as he relished the anticipation of the hunt. Her defiance, her unwavering spirit, it was all a delicious challenge to his sinister mind. He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, captivated by the fire that burned within her. And now, as she ventured further into the shadows, he saw an opportunity to indulge his darkest desires. His footsteps were silent, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves beneath his feet. He moved with a calculated grace, closing the distance between them, his eyes never leaving her figure. Each step brought him closer to his prey, fueling the adrenaline coursing through his veins.