Who Is The Prey Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 57: Beginning of the Inevitable Mink’s P.O.V My heart raced as I prowled through the fresh snow, my senses alert to every rustle and scent in the moonlit landscape. The tension hung thick in the air, a palpable beginning to the impending clash. I glanced at Ruksaar, Kashmira, and Abhay, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of determination and fear, mirroring her own emotions. The distant howl of Alpha Arsalan echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down my spine. It was time.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

But my gaze was drawn to the boy in the middle; I squinted because he looked familiar, but I couldn't place from where. He was dark, that was clear. The cafeteria fell silent; everyone couldn't take their eyes off those three strange guys. They reached the empty table, the one Karina had mentioned, and sat down. There was a blond guy and another redhead. The one who seemed like the leader had black hair; his face was so clean and... refined that I couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated and intrigued. "Who are they?" Alessa whispered. "They must be new," Karina replied. "I think I heard the principal talking about it this morning."

I groan softly to control my mind from going astray and push the thoughts to the back of my head. I hear soft groans and push the flowers to the side gently to see the back of it, and its black back turned towards me as it seems its attention is on something else. I sense a familiar scent in the air, one I have smelt somewhere. I pause and tilt my head to see what captivated it. Oh!. I exclaim on seeing her still-pale feet. The little naked creature I had hit with my gun. My victim. Its prey. I turn around to leave,e wanting to mind my business.

Every tear, every scar, every night spent waiting for the next blow… it’s all for her. I return to sit on my mattress. My body is in ruins, but my mind burns. The taste of blood lingers on my tongue, like a drug. A shiver runs through me. This is it. This is what it feels like to bite. This is what it feels like to turn the game. I close my eyes. I murmur, almost to myself, in a hoarse whisper: — Cassandra is no longer the prey. Cassandra bites. And behind my eyelids, I see Lyra. Her eyes dilated with fear. Her trembling mouth. Her inevitable fall. The first bite has taken place. The next will be for her.

he replies. Silence mounts me, taking captive of my words “A game of prey and predators. They are the predators,” “And who…is the prey?” Perspiration trickles my body as my heart continues to beat loudly. He didn't answer immediately and it is that delay that builds my anxiety like a skyscraper. “YOU.” His word brought shivers down my spine and I can feel my legs going weak. “Please. Whatever you guys are doing. Whatever pranks you are trying to pull, it's not funny,” I beg, having no courage to accept the fact that I'm about to die or this is real.

Scarlett POV When the Prey meets the Hunter, it's very easy for circumstances to become more physically violent. This is due to adrenaline being higher and because the exchange of power becomes wilder and more primal. Where instincts prevail and overrides every other possible emotion.. At first, it was a little difficult to understand the way Will was trying to subdue me and what he was doing. I understand now though. He also knew now that the use of physical force or violence wouldn’t be enough to get people to submit to him. He had learned that large predators also needed to be very intelligent.

“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.”

This time, faster than the first time. Prey. The predators in him stretched satisfyingly as he recognized prey. She holds his diamond ring, he is sure of it. Why won't she want to give it back? Doesn't matter. As far as it's in her possession, he will get it from her. If she wants to be chased, he will do so too. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating to a predator. His mate is about to find out what it feels like to be prey to a dangerous alpha predator.

He whispered angrily and threw a fist on the bed. He got up from the bed and decided to brush his teeth and take his bath. By the time he was done, the dreaded headaches had stopped, he vision was clear enough and he was all freshened up. He put on some work clothes and left for the kitchen. As he approached, he could hear noises in his kitchen, he paused, waited and listened to confirm his suspicions. He could hear footsteps and the clashing of his plates and other kitchen utensils, he decided that somehow a thief had managed to visit him. Immediately he grabbed his gun from the holster on his jean and cocked it. He began to tiptoe towards the kitchen; trying to make sure the thief would be