The Hunt: Emerald

When you’re rounded up like cattle, taught to be breeders, and thrown into the woods for Alphas of all kinds to hunt you down and do with as they please… what is there left to do but fight?

Emerald
Omegas are nothing but pawns in my world. I was ripped from my mother’s arms and thrown into a camp only to see my mother carted out in a body bag after they… the Alphas used her up. But I refuse to fall into the same pitiable fate… So, I chose to participate in The Hunt, where I’m released into a random destination, naked and burning with heat as a live offering to the strongest Alpha to capture me. My body nothing but a trophy to gain them riches…
But I’m no willing prey. I run. I bite. I fight. I’ll bury my scent with the blood of any Alpha who believes they can hunt me down, and I’ll win that prize for myself and be rid of this place! Or so I thought… until he finds me. One look, and my body betrays me. Powers flicker, limbs freeze, instincts scream. Terror and unwanted hunger drown out all thought.
But I won’t surrender.
Even if I’m shaking.
Even if my soul knows his name before I do.
Even if I was born to lose this war…
I will fight.

Murdoch
Driven mad by betrayal, the only avenue to numb this madness is the hunt.
A savage sport t’at takes place in the Demon King Lust’s 7th Hell. The hunt, the barbaric tradition, is meant fer entertainment. The reason I participate fer Until ’
The moment ’er scent hit the air, I went still. Mine
I dun know ’er name. I dun need tu. She belon’s tu me
No otha Alpha will touch ’er.
She t’inks she can fight. She t’inks she can run.Let ’er.
Because I want the chase. I desire t’is hunt.
I feen for the moment ’er fear turns tu submission.
Run, wee Omega.
I’m comin’. An’ when I catch yu…
Yu’ll neva run again.