Chapters (72)
- Dedication
- Prey Island Map
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- CREED
- SIX
- BILLIE
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- JIRO
- TWELVE
- BILLIE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- ROW
- TWENTY-TWO
- BILLIE
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- ACHILLES
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- CREED
- THIRTY-NINE
- BILLIE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- ROW
- FIFTY
- BILLIE
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY KENDRA
Though I’m keeping a close eye on the men who watch me, my eyes frequently go over to Billie as she walks through the jungle. She’s not wearing the outfit they display her in for the screens back at Predator Point, clearly having found better clothing, and I’m almost disappointed I can’t see her own assets. She’s gorgeous, even with dirt smudged on her cheek, even with sweat pooling on her shirt at the base of her spine. I didn’t think there was any woman who could make trekking through the jungle sexy, but she pulls it off.
Too bad she probably hates me. I don’t blame her. I’m the enemy in their midst, biding my time until I pounce.
What I wouldn’t give to have her look at me the way she looks at the other three. Respect, strength, heat. There’s still blood on her face, just a few spots she missed. Bloody hell, she still looks pretty with the small red spots.
It’s bullshit how she came to be here, but rules are rules and Billie is now part of the hunt thanks to Loyd. For an oil tycoon, Loyd sure is an absolute psycho. Even my father despises having to do business with the man. Apparently, it’s well known that Loyd is dangerous, but because he’s in the Society, no one can touch him. Bastard. And now I’ve come face to face with the woman he fucked over. It was easier when she wasn’t standing right in front of me giving me the puppy eyes. Now, I’ve heard her voice, seen her move, and dammit all, the urge to protect her when I’m not the survival guy is strong. Granted, my father put me in plenty of training classes and I can survive, but do I want to? No. I’d much rather be on the private jet living the life.
I still remember the conversation I’d overheard while I’d waited to be ferried across to Prey Island, about how Loyd was going to hunt down his goddess and stuff her so he could fuck her over and over again. I’d nearly thrown up in my mouth at the thought of it. Though Billie’s stage name is apparently a goddess, she’s so much more than that. Clearly.
Else she wouldn’t have survived for four days already despite zero survival training.
She’s strong, capable, and smart since she befriended other Prey. If anyone is going to survive this and fuck up the hunters who dare to take them on, it’s this group. I can feel their connection, one that calls to me.