Hunted By The Omega

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Reference to physical & emotional childhood abuse. Reference to death of family. On page death (Of the bad guys) Hunted By The Omega An omega raised to hunt and hate his own kind. An alpha who lost his pack to hunters. There were always going to be fireworks when Fitz and Jake met. Neither were expecting that sort. Though when Fitz lures Jake into a trap, that’s exactly what happens. Jake defeats the humans, but as he is fighting Fitz, he accidentally throws him into heat. The omega has no idea what is happening to his body and Jake doesn’t want to deal with it, so he scopes the boy up and attempts to drive back to his pack to give the problem to his Alpha. But the journey is long and the heat is strong. The problems don’t end there though. Once back at the packhouse, Fitz continues to be a murderous little chaos goblin. One that Jake just can’t seem to stay away from. Chapter one This nightclub is awful. The music is far too loud and entirely too modern. It makes me feel old. Old and grumpy. If it wasn’t for the full moon flooding me with arousal, I wouldn’t be here at all. Taking another sip of my drink, I look around once more. Plenty of the humans are pretty enough and all I really need is willingness. I should just choose one and get out of here. Feed my libido and be done with it. A human jostles past me and I try not to glare. He flashes me an apologetic smile, and he’s actually not bad looking. Maybe he is the one. He disappears into the crowd and I think about following him. He seemed to like what he saw. Which isn’t surprising. I’m tall and broad. My long dark hair is tied back in a casual ponytail. Beards seem to be popular amongst humans at the moment, so hopefully mine is working in my favor. I’ve rolled the sleeves of my shirt up to show off my tattoos. Humans seem to like those too, along with my muscles. I think it all makes for a pleasing package. If not, I can always rely on my pheromones. Thank heaven’s most humans find shifters attractive, if I had to actually put any work into this, it would be hell. Having to tap someone on the shoulder and say, “Hey, do you wanna go somewhere else?” is bad enough. Sipping my drink again, I cast another look around. Should I go after that human, or set my sights on another? Someone else brushes past me. I glare down at them. Dazzling emerald eyes look up at me. He is gorgeous. All cheekbones and plump lips. Smooth pale skin and what looks like silver hair peeking out of his hood. He just about comes up to my pecs, and the way his head tilts back to look up at me does things to my insides. Then the delicious scent of omega washes over me. Instinctively, I glance around. But there is no sign of any alpha anywhere. What the hell is an omega doing alone in a place like this? He smiles at me and I swallow. He must be unclaimed and feeling the moon too. It’s amazing we have found each other. An omega on the full moon is going to be incredible. He will be able to take my knot. My cock starts to swell in preparation. The omega winks at me and slips away into the crowd. Throwing my drink down onto the bar, I chase after. He weaves through the crowd effortlessly until we are by the back door and a little island of calm. Then he turns to face me. He pulls down his hood and I stifle my gasp. He is truly stunning. I was right, his hair is silver and all spiky and choppy. Just long enough to frame his face. Just long enough to grab a good fist full. My cock swells even more. He pulls the neck of his hoodie down and shows me his throat. First one side and then the other. I can’t see all of his neck as his top is still too high, but I can see enough. Smooth, flawless, unmarked. Showing me he is unclaimed. It doesn’t make any sense. He is beautiful, why has no one claimed him? The hood goes back up and he turns around, pushing the back door open just enough to slip through it. Without deciding to, I follow him. It’s cold outside. My breath clouds in the air. He walks further down the alley. I really should invite him back to my hotel room. He deserves better than getting fucked against an alley wall. But I need to catch him first. He disappears around a corner, and I jog after. He is a fast little thing. All graceful and agile. I like the way he moves. Maybe I’ll make him mine, claim him. I have been feeling lonely lately. Having my own omega wouldn’t be a bad thing.