Page 11 of The Hunt: Emerald

Na really. Na fer most of us The checkpoint is an aftert’ought. Fer me, the money is meanin’less. T’is is aboutthe Hunt itself. The kill. The dominance. The blood. More importantly, it’s about drownin’ t’is madness in violence befer it eats me alive.

I pause in me track an’ I sense ’em befer I see ’em, Alphas, who are tryin’ tu hunt me as they ’ave fer the last t’ree years. T’ey always t’ink I’m the beast tu best. Tu some, the t’ought o’ takin’ down a dominant Lycan is better than huntin’ an Omega.

I snarl, twistin’ me mouth, bloodlust flarin’when ten o’ ’em arise, a pack o’ Ghouls, a dragon, Elks, goblins all barin’ t’ere teeth bared.

I meet ’em headon, claws out, grinnin’ as blood sprays, bones snap, an’ me teeth sink intu a t’roat befer I sling it an’ lunge fer the otha’s, graspin’ one by the ’ead, punchin’ a hole t’rough its stomach an’ crackin’ anotha’s back on stone.

In a daze, I kill ’em all until the only t’in’ remainin’ in the air is death.

I throw me ’ead back an’ howl. T’is time much louder, the sound echoin’ t’rough the forest like thunder.

Suddenly, a new scent on the wind makes me cock me ’ead tu the side. It’s na jus’ any heat. Na like the others… it’s more potent…Wilder. BURNING.It punches t’rough the ’aze in me ’ead, sharp an’ electric, makin’ me breath hitch.

Mine…

Another howl tears free, deeper, desperate, as I run toward whoeva she is… whateva she is. I will find ’er. It does’na matter… I’ll ’ave ’er.

Chapter 4

The Beast

EMERALD

Wiping the blood of another Alpha from my chin, I pant, heat still bubbling madly in me.

The wind passes over me, unable to carry my scent, but for some reason… I still feel fear and anxiety. Even at night in the cave, even though I find some reprieve from the plant, I can tell the fire will not die in me until I get the real thing…an Alpha…Fuck!

I look down at my shaking hands and double over as fire licks at me from the inside, causing me to double over and collapse near the body I’d taken, panting, dazed. The fever writhes in my belly like a snake, but I stand and drag myself, using the rope I’d made to pull the body toward my cave where I drop it off, heaving.

I want to rest… but the stench of the Alphas on me is maddening. I smell like fucking wet dog!I want it off… even for alittle bit.Maybe this method of keeping Alphas away isn’t popular because it’s making my heat hotter, having to contend with body being beat up by pheromones.

I wheeze, stumbling over to the rushing water not far from where the cave is, and I’m so fucking thankful when I find a small river. I don’t even think… I dive in without a second of hesitation. But by the Source, I need this. However, not to be caught slacking, I keep my homemade weapons near and at hand.

I used some magic to harden leaves into an outfit that looks almost like the dress belonging to Tinkerbell, setting them nearby so I can quickly change when I need to.You got this, Emerald. One day down… six more to g?—

BWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!The sound of the second horn blowing grates on my ears and I look at the sky groaning at the rain still coming down…shit…

The wind stills and the leaves stop rustling. The river stops moving, and the fish scatter, only leaving the sound of the light rainfall, which ominously turns into a pure downpour…

Something is here.

Quickly and as quietly as I can, I try to put on my clothes, but something akin to fire overwhelms my body.

I have never had a heat so wild and ferocious that I feel as if I’m going to combust.I gasp for air, or at least I try, when the hairs on my arms rise. Before I can even hear the crunch of leaves or quiet my breathing, my hammering heart beats so loud in my ears it sounds as if the forest itself is pulsing.

With what little strength I have, I quietly go to my knees then on my belly, shaking, and crawling until I find tree to hide behind… trying to calm down, but fuck calming down. My body won’t even listen to me. I grow short of breath and out of my mind. I slowly… ever so mother fucking slowly turn, only to have my heart leap out of my body with paralyzing fear.

It… whatever the fuckitis stands on two legs just beyond the mist, enormous eyes glowing red in the moonlight unlike any fucking thing I’ve ever seen. It looks like a monster summoned by my fear. Its hair is wild, black and curling at the ends, defying the rain as its fiercely large and sharp teeth bathe in blood. Its massive body stands well over what has to be seven feet tall, easily eclipsing my short five-foot-two frame. Hell, its legs alone seem to take up my body!Run!

I’m paralyzed when I smell him. It hits me before I even realize I’m breathing it in, thick, and smoky, like embers burning low beneath ancient cedar and dark oak. The air hums with it, warm and rich, spiced with something raw… masculine…dangerous.

It coils around me, slides beneath my skin, in my pussy, and fucks me nastily without even being near him. I bite my lip asthe velvet smoke and heat sink deeper into my pussy, licking my insides, causing every breath to hitch.

By the Source, it’s not just a scent… it’s a touch. A command. My knees weaken even though I’m already on the fucking ground as my pulse thuds in my throat, and my belly growls for more. I swallow hard, but it’s useless. The smoke owns the air. Owns me. And the worst part? I want more. I want to drown in it. I want to fall to my knees and rise my ass in the air like the bitch in heat I am and let that thing… whatever these pheromones are attached to, fuck me to its heart’s content, and then beg it to fuck me more…deeper and roughernext time…

It’s hunger and possession. ArealAlpha… I will myself to move but I can’t stop hyperventilating as my body grows unwillingly hotter, heart beating in my throat, ears, and pussy…

Something that might as well be lava spills from me, and I hear a long, earth-shattering growl that I feel deep, deep, DEEP inside my being and my pussy.

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