The Player Queen's Four Fated Mates

I frantically scrolled through my inbox, each private message making my heart race faster.

[Hey beautiful, your body drives me wild.]

[Full moon night, I want to spend it with you.]

[Prey like you—I'm very interested.]

Prey? Do these men always talk this wild? I like it.

When I reached the 47th message, I stopped.

The photo showed a man leaning against a black sports car, shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing solid pecs and abs. Silver-gray eyes staring straight at the camera, like a wolf watching its prey—no, watching its food.

Username: Kieran.

[Hello, Lily. Your photos make me very... hungry. Free tonight?]

I licked my lips. This direct approach—I like it.

[Yes.] I replied instantly. [When? Where?]

[8 PM, Sky View Restaurant.] He responded. [If you're willing, we can skip the dinner part.]

I smiled. This is the kind of man I want—straightforward, direct, no-nonsense.

Sky View Restaurant sat atop Seattle's tallest skyscraper, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire city at night.

But I was in no mood for the view.

Kieran was even more handsome than his photo—black custom suit wrapping a perfect physique, silver-gray eyes gleaming dangerously in the candlelight. The way he looked at me... like he was truly looking at prey.

"You're more... enticing than your photos." His voice was deep and magnetic.

"Likewise." I raised my champagne. "But about that 'skipping dinner' part—I'm very interested."

He froze for a second, then laughed. That smile held surprise, and a hint of... excitement?

"You sure? We just met."

"Sure." I set down my glass, meeting his eyes directly. "I don't like wasting time."

A sharp gleam flashed in Kieran's eyes. He stood up, extending his hand: "Let's go then."

Twenty minutes later, we were tearing at each other's clothes in a hotel suite.

His kisses were fierce and domineering, with beast-like aggression, as if he wanted to devour me whole. I wasn't passive either, nails raking down his back, leaving red marks, deliberately scratching out a few bloody trails to let him know I wasn't some meek little lamb.

"You're very... proactive." He panted, voice hoarse, silver-gray eyes burning with desire.

"Don't like it?" I bit his lower lip, tugging gently, while my hand slid to his pants, pulling down the zipper, grasping his already rock-hard cock—the size and hardness making me hum with satisfaction.

"Like it." He growled, pressing me onto the bed. "Fucking love it." His hand roughly tore off my panties, fingers diving directly into my wetness, skillfully rubbing my clit, making me arch my back involuntarily and moan with pleasure.

"Fuck me." I commanded, staring into his eyes. "Right now."

He didn't waste words, thrusting into me in one motion. That fullness instantly made my head spin. He began pounding hard, each thrust going deep to the root, hitting my G-spot.

I wrapped my legs tight, matching his rhythm, grabbing his hair to make him kiss deeper. We switched positions—me riding on top, controlling the speed and depth, feeling his cock throbbing inside. His hands gripped my ass, helping me bounce up and down, sweat sliding off our bodies.

"You're so tight." He gasped. "Fucking perfect."

"Less talk, keep fucking." I laughed back, fingers pinching his nipples, making him growl. Our climax came like a tidal wave. I peaked first, whole body trembling as I cried out. He followed with a low roar, shooting deep inside. Once wasn't enough—we continued. The second time he took me from behind, the third time I knelt and sucked him until he completely broke down.

That night, I finally understood what "evenly matched" meant. Kieran's stamina, technique, endurance... all impossibly perfect. Once, twice, three times... he seemed never to tire.

At 3 AM, I lay in his arms, whole body sore, legs still slightly trembling.

"How the hell did you train for this?" I asked, voice a bit weak but laughing.

He smiled without answering, only kissed my forehead: "Sleep. We'll continue tomorrow."

Continue?

I thought he was joking at the time.

Turns out for the next month, he really did "continue."

But a month later, I started noticing something was off.

First was stamina. Kieran's endurance was ridiculously strong—no matter how late we went at it the night before, he'd be energetic the next morning, while I could barely crawl out of bed.

"You're not secretly popping Viagra, are you?" I half-joked.

"Don't need it." He smiled meaningfully. "It's a gift."

Then there was diet. I never saw him eat cooked food—steak was always rare, or even blue rare. Once I secretly tasted his steak, it was practically still bleeding.

"Aren't you afraid of parasites?"

"My digestive system... is kind of special."

Then there were his friends.

Week three, Kieran took me to a private party. Suburban villa, a bunch of gorgeous men and women, all with killer bodies and dangerous auras.

"How's the full moon hunt preparation going?" A blonde man with a wine glass asked someone nearby.

"That batch of new stock has pure bloodlines—the alpha is very pleased."

My ears perked up. Hunt? Bloodlines?

Even weirder, these people could drink insane amounts. Bottle after bottle of whiskey, no one blushing, no one passing out.

And their eyes...

In the dimly lit corners, I noticed some people's eyes reflected gold or silver glints, just like cat eyes.

"Are your friends... all athletes?" I asked on the drive back.

Kieran's grip on the steering wheel tightened: "Something like that. Physical training is our... family tradition."

"What kind of club are you in?"

"A very... exclusive club." He glanced at me, expression complex. "Lily, if one day you discovered I'm not what you think... would you be afraid?"

I thought he was being mysterious and laughed: "Afraid of what? It's not like you're going to eat me."

Kieran was silent for a long time, finally only saying: "Let's hope so."

Week four, Friday night, Kieran asked me to Sky View—the same restaurant where we had our first date.

Something felt wrong.

He was too quiet tonight, his gaze lacking its usual heat, replaced with... finality?

"Lily." He set down his knife and fork, silver-gray eyes looking straight at me. "We need to talk."

My heart sank. I knew this opening line too well.

"You're a very special girl." Kieran continued. "Smart, bold, sexy. This month with you has been... the happiest I've been in a long time."

"But?" I raised an eyebrow.

"But we're ultimately... not from the same world." He paused, as if organizing his words. "I'm not the kind of human you think I am. Our worlds are too different."

Not that kind of human?

My mind flashed through those weird details: full moon hunts, glowing eyes, terrifying alcohol tolerance, inexhaustible stamina...

"So you're breaking up with me?" I asked.

"Yes." Kieran watched me, waiting for tears or accusations.

But my reaction caught him completely off guard.

My eyes suddenly lit up.

"So that 'full moon hunt' thing, and the glowing eyes, and the insane stamina..." I leaned forward, lowering my voice. "You're not human?"

Kieran froze completely.

"You're a werewolf?" I continued questioning, eyes sparkling with excitement. "A real werewolf? Not the cosplay kind?"

"..." He opened his mouth, completely speechless.

"I knew it!" I slapped the table. "No normal human has your kind of stamina! So MoonLink is a werewolf dating app? I stumbled into the werewolf world by accident?"

I saw Kieran completely frozen, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, like he'd been struck by lightning. That expression... I'd never seen it on his face—shock bordering on complete disbelief.

"You're... not afraid?" He asked in disbelief.

"Afraid of what?" I waved my hand. "You didn't bite me. And honestly, werewolf boyfriend—five-star experience. Especially the bedroom part, stamina absolutely incredible."

I paused, inspiration striking: "Oh, can you forward me your top three 'friend recommendations'? I've had my eye on those hotties in your circle for a while!"

Kieran's expression shifted from shock to disbelief, finally settling into a dangerous smile.

"You sure?" He slowly leaned closer, voice low and warning. "My 'friends' aren't as... gentle as I am. They don't hold back with human girls."

"It's fine, I can handle it." I looked unconcerned. "What kind of man haven't I dealt with?"

Kieran stared at me for a long time.

The emotions in his eyes were complex—shock, unwillingness, regret, and a trace of... remorse?

Finally he sighed and pulled out his phone.

"Fine." He opened his contacts, finger pausing on a name. "I'll recommend my cousin Leon. Alpha heir, next pack leader."

He looked up at me, eyes sharp: "But I'm warning you—Leon is nothing like me. He's hot-tempered, extremely possessive, a total control freak. Once he sets his sights on you, you're his prey—the kind you can't escape."

"Sounds exciting." I smiled.

A flash of pain crossed Kieran's eyes, but he still pressed send.

"Good luck, little prey." He said. "I hope when the time comes, you won't regret this."