Page 10 of The Hunt: Emerald

Hide the pheromones.Drown it out!Alphas can’t stand other Alphas pheromones even if they are weak, they hate and steer clear of them. It’s like a bug repellent… I don’t know how fucking true that book was but…

I crouch beside the last body, cut it open, and dig my fingers in its guts, fishing for its pheromone gland, barely having time to be disgusted. I feel for the soft, round organ in his belly and yank it out with a grunt hearing a low…

Snap

I pull out the small sack, frowning at it, grossed the fuck out and wanting to gag, but I can’t…not now.Without giving myself time to think, I smash it in my hands and smear the rank smell all over my body.

By the Source…I hear another Omega moan, crying and grunting, causing me to bite my lip, shaking.My heart aches. I want to help them, but I can’t afford dead weight… if I help, it’ll only put a bigger target on my back… fuck that. I came here to survive…

The deep panting and grunts of Alphas rutting the Omegas haunt me, but I don’t stop. This is the Hunt… sympathy means falling into the same pitiable state, and I can’t…

“UUUUUGGNNNNEEEEE NOOO! WAIIIITTT UUGNNNN!” I hear and I gasp, making a move to go to them.

“AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!”The same howl from last time permeates my skin, making me squeeze my legs and roll my eyes to the back of my head. I lick my lips with a moan upon hearing it again.

“Ugnnn!” I swallow, panting, nipples aching, and pussy clenching. I close my eyes and gently listen to the grunts, ashamed as I pinch my clit with stupid envy in my body.I… want to be… fu?—

“AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!!”That deep howl sounds in the woods again, and with tears of need, want, desire, and more than anything, lust, I withstand the crashing forces in my body. I finally stand and run off. Luckily, I stumble upon a cave that is ripe with lush green, dark enough for me to hide and light enoughfor me to see.

where I drop to my knees and turn my eyes to a plant growing from the stone wall.

It looks like one of those fly-trap plants, but in my delirium, Ispeak to it…

I need…help me… please…

The grunts of the Alphas rutting the Omegas is still hot and heavy in my brain…that howl all-consuming.I lick my lips and flip to my back, shamefully spreading my pussy and willing the grass weed to grow. I pant, feeling my eyes glow green and before my eyes, the weed moves. I don’t know if I’m dreaming or hallucinating, but when the mouth of the plant opens and latches onto my clit, I gasp, biting my lips, shuddering as I feel a small suckling sensation.

“Mmmmm ugguuuuunnn!” I gasp quietly, not wanting to be found, but I spread my legs wider, letting it suck my clit more, heat pouring from my pussy onto the ground.

“AWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”I inhale hearing that howl and my pussy grips aroundnothing, but the plant sucks harder as I convulse, cumming shamefully, passing out.

Chapter 3

The Hunt

MURDOCH

Isprint t’rough the forest, me claws tearin’ intu the earth wit’ each leap.

Trees whip past in red hazy blurs as me ’eart slams in me chest like a war drum.

I canna t’ink o’ anyt’in’ otha t’an blood an’ rage….

Me howl rips t’rough the forest, shaking the tree I hang on. The sound tears out o’ me raw, ragged, the voice o’ a creature hollowed out by madness, an’ t’at slowly ’as taken ova me mind…

Banes root.

Fer t’reeyears, the poison ’as coiled t’rough me blood, thick an’ burnin’, ovatakin’ me day by feckin’ day. I’d t’ought the Hunt would ’elp, t’at it would give me time, but instead, it’s only fed the t’in’ eatin’ me up inside.

As I ’ang from the tree, I huff, snout in the air sniffin’ as scents ’it me thick an’ fast. Sharp, sweet, sickenin’.Omega heats….

The air is full o’ their pheromones… their fear… their lust, their deaths, but I dinna care.

I let go o’ the branch I’m holdin’ ontu an’ drop down ’ead first intu the statue in the ruined part o’ the forest where t’ere are rarely any trees… I stay t’ere fer a bit, baskin’ in the moon glowin’ red behind me because in the forest the sun an’ the moon hardly peek t’rough

T’en I flip, landin’ on me two feet wit’ a loud thud, crackin’ the ground. I tear t’rough the trees, nearly immediately comin’ upon an Omega… a young man sprawled beneath the roots o’ a tree, eyes wide an’ glazed ova. Used… dead. Now jus’ a trap fer Alphas who hunger for power an’ money.

But only weak, greedy Alphas fall fer the ruse. Me howeva, the Hunt is’na about the prize.

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