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Sitting up in bed, you gasp at the sound of your annoyingly loud alarm clock. You slam your hand down on your phone to turn off the sound. Today is the day. The moon phase is correct, and not only that, the full moon fell on Friday the thirteenth. You have waited your entire life for this moment.
It is a right of passage. It is a birth right. It is what everyone does at your age. And it is a stupid tradition. You had thought about not even going. They probably wouldn’t even miss you.
Yawning, you throw your legs out of your bed, and make your way into the kitchen. Coffee is a necessary thing this morning. There will be a bunch of giggly women, and a bunch of brooding, huffing men. Nothing brings out the animalistic qualities of a man more than The Hunt.
You groan as you stare at your front door. As if someone had slid it under the door lay a perfectly beautiful envelope. One that will tell you what your designation is going to be for The Hunt. Traditionally speaking, nobody has designations anymore. Your kind has evolved into more human than animal. The call of the moon didn’t reach anyone’s brains anymore. There is no shifting. There is no pull to tell you where you stand in society.
Thank the gods for that.
Your grandmother told you stories of abusive alphas, and vulnerable omegas. Ones that couldn’t deny their alphas. Through time, evolution took out those pathetic excuses for men. Omegas and betas could not produce designations. Hence the dying off of those urges. And what do you do now? Create a fun game where all the progression you have made as humans is thrown out the window.
Tonight you get to revel in the days pass. Get to have an envelope tell you your fate. Separate into your designations, and let The Hunt begin. Alphas can team up with betas. Betas and omegas can hide away for the night. Alphas and omegas can choose to “mate” before the bus ever makes it to the “sacred” mountain top. It’s all a strategy, and you choose how it’s going to go. There’s no wrong or right answers, only The Hunt and giving into your feral desires.
Sipping your coffee, you glare at the envelope. Each year more and more people were withdrawing from The Hunt. But it’s your year, and you didn’t go through the procedure of refusing to participate. What would happen? Would it be so bad? It’s not like they could take everything away from you. Just your dignity.
And then it is also one night. One night to throw caution to the wind, and say fuck it all, let me live deliciously. Or let me live fighting. Where exactly did you land?
Obviously you like having agency over your body. And then the flip side is if you had an alpha that didn’t abuse his power, how grand would it be to not have to think? To let him or her decide how the day is going to go.
Sighing, you place your mug in the dishwasher before walking towards the door. There’s no turning away now. You’re in it, so might as well accept your fate. Lifting up the shiny gold envelope, you miss that the wax seal is not that of The Hunt’s. You didn’t study up that much on this tradition to even know that the gold of the paper is slightly off as well. That the ink wasn’t a pure black, but the most blackened navy. Had you known anything about the traditions of The Hunt and the society that puts it together, you would know all of this.
You do see what your designation is:
To hide, to hunt, or to be hunted — OMEGA.
Of course. It’s the designation you both feared and revered. A designation that was once the pillar of the community to the ones that suffered the most. Becoming nothing but broodmares for alphas, and punching bags for betas.
The history is darkened with omega blood. And now here you are. Ready to join the caravan. Gulping, you grab the pin within the envelope. One that will sit atop your chest, and everyone can easily see what your designation is. One night couldn’t be too bad.
——
The wolf dangling from your driver’s van is the weirdest type of beacon. But it sure does help with the unsettling in your stomach as a large van winds its way up the mountain. Away from society, and away from power. There is going to be nothing to protect you from the alphas and betas than your wits.
“Not sure how you wound up in a van full of alphas,” he clears his throat as he looks into the rear view mirror. “Normally the groups are all separated, and designations are evenly given out. Did you have the right bus number?”
You shoot him a scathing glance, he saw your invitation. He knew that you were in the right van. The point was to go ahead and create differences between the group. Let people start to form alliances, and come up with plans as you are taken to camp. This year the alphas decreed that everyone should be separate. But one omega didn’t fit in the right van.
“It’s almost like they’re telling us that we all get a piece of you,” you roll your eyes, and keep looking at the dangling wolf on the mirror. Thankfully the driver felt it important to keep you away from them.
This is the interesting part of this tradition, you realize that men can easily switch into feral beings. Already there is someone thinking that you’re nothing more than a body. The intimidation tactics have already begun.
“Did you do The Hunt?” Another one asks the driver, and he nods. “How does one win?”
“There is no winning,” you groan. “This isn’t a game. It’s just a way for us to remember days of the past. For us to see what omegas went through, and to show us who are the types of alphas we should stay away from. Not all alphas are misogynists, not all omegas are weak, and not all betas are useless.”
You hear that stupid boy grunt in the back. He’s coming by his assigned designation honestly. “So what is your strategy to survive the night?” Survive. It’s like they intend on murdering you. And well, you suppose there could be a form of taking away your humanity.
“My goal is to not have any of you alphas touch me.”
“Not even if it means that you give one of us pups?” Like you would ever want to give them children. Judging by their small dick energy you’re going to assume that they’re not near girthy enough to attempt the feel of a knotting.
“You think you’re too good for us? Or that being on the mountain won’t trigger something in your brain?”
“If it was that simple, wouldn’t the lot of you be dragging us up the mountain to live in the past?” Of course they would. They would force you into servitude. They would want you submissive without earning it, or without choice. A blubbering simpering omega that is ready to receive their knot. And carry their pups.
Not only are they not attractive, they want it without your choice.
“Well,” the driver says as he pulls into the parking spot. Looking towards you with a regretful smile. “How much of the rules have you read?”
“I didn’t. It was just what people have told me. Why?”
“This is the seventy-fifth anniversary. Rules are different,” he says as the alphas start piling out. Laughing at whatever misfortune you’re unaware of. “Be safe out there, omega,” and so The Hunt starts.
Annoyed, you get out of the van, and follow the large group of people. Gulping as the group forms a circle around the men in the center. They towered over the men here. Abnormally large, with bulging biceps. The chilly autumn air is not phasing them at all. Wild hair that also was perfectly placed. And on each of their forearms is a face of the wolf. The animals' eyes oddly matched their own.
The smiles on their faces both make your stomach flutter around, and also make you feel a nod of impending doom. “Now that everyone is here,” the blonde looks around the circle. His friend holds onto a large container full of liquid. “Seeing how we’re on our seventy-fifth anniversary of our sacred birthright, we’re upping the stakes.”
That doesn’t sound good. That sounds terrifying. “By now, you’re receiving cups,” and sure enough someone is passing out disposable cups. You didn’t even notice anyone past the two of them. “Bucky is going to fill each of those cups with a concoction. That concoction is said to heighten your brain to the point of you becoming the designation that you were in fact born to be. All inhibitions will be pushed aside. You will be more animal than human.”
You notice several people shift around. Most of the nervous ones were in the omega vans. Of course omegas will feel uncomfortable. “While you have on your assigned pin, if you feel as an omega, that’s what you are. If you feel alpha, that’s what you are. And who knows what else it enhances.”
The blonde smiles over at his friend, Bucky, who joins him by his side again, “Even your sense of smell will be enhanced. So, our natural omegas, be careful. When your alpha scents you, there will be no escaping. Obviously, you can do as is natural, and mate. There’s a reason you’re all tested before coming out here. Betas are not as useless as you would think. I’m sure you will soon find out. Cheers,” Bucky holds up his own cup as does his friend.
You don’t think you’ve ever heard of the hosts joining The Hunt, and there’s a part of you that gets squirmy at the idea. You follow the crowd, raising the cups, and then swallowing the sweet honey flavored concoction.
“Now, we wait for it to settle and turn you into the designation that you were born to be. Enjoy your time around camp,” he gives a wink straight to you as him and Bucky turn perfectly in tune with each other.
“Do you have a name?” Someone yells behind you. You don’t like someone else being interested in him, or them. Even though you don’t know them.
“It’s Steve.”
“Did you give the omegas more than the alphas?”
Steve turns to glare at the same man that was in your van bothering you. “No, but you did receive more. Maybe it’ll turn you into an omega. Remember, alphas are not boastful. Usually if they are, they’re overcompensating, so maybe you’re not really an alpha at all,” Steve doesn’t further say anything as he spins on his heels.
Let the games begin.
——
Hiding behind a tree, you slap both hands over your mouth. You try to soften the sound of your heavy panting, but it still feels like you’re screaming. Your body is on fire. It’s not just the fear you feel about the random screams, howls, and moans in the woods, but the deep rooted ache in your core. A feeling that is foreign, and you crave it.
You feel as if you had a big alpha to wrap you up in his arms that everything will be okay. That just a scent of your alpha would ease your trembling body. You don’t know what’s going on out there in the woods. But you hear. And it sounds like dogs mating.
Coming up on the mountain is a right of passage. It calls back to the days of old when your brain didn’t do as much thinking as your body’s urges. A time when you would give your agency over to a man that vowed to protect you with his dying breath. A time you loathe, but you yearn for that level of intimacy, longing, and protectiveness.
It’s this contradiction that has always plagued you. In the right dynamics this would be a beautiful situation, but only if you wanted it. In the wrong dynamics this seems like a trap and a lifelong sentence to servitude. Pledging fealty to someone that only values your body for the pleasure you bring them. There’s a reason why all designations wanted to end the animal dwelling inside.
Tonight further proves that it was the right decision. Too many of the “alphas” want to take. There is no communication on what’s in it for the omegas and betas. It is only them and their addiction.
You only want to climb further up the mountain, and deeper into the woods. Get as far away from the mayhem as you possibly can, and wait it out. If you did the math correctly in your head most the alphas, omegas, and betas should be occupied with each other. Perhaps you have gotten far enough away, and now you just need to stay awake and stay warm.
You let out a cold breath when you hear the deep inhale from behind you. Keeping your hands clamped tightly against your mouth. That didn’t even sound human. “I know she ran this way, Steve.”
A long drawn out howl coming from the distance has you tense up, but then an even closer groan of frustration. That sound has a warmth balloon in your stomach. It feels inviting, “They’re annoying.”
“You’re the one that decided to give out the liquid.”
A snarl too close to you makes you quiver, while your body is ready to run to them. Body autonomy within omegas is typically nonexistent. When your alpha is near, you ache for them. When they’re away, you crave them to the point of delirium. “How else was I going to get our omega to go into heat?” They’re just as wild as everyone else, maybe more so.
Another deep inhale mixed with a low growl has your legs shaking, and you try to stand. You can’t stay here anymore. You’ve got to get out of here. Or maybe not. Confliction feels like lava in your veins. “She’s here. I smell her fear. But I also smell her lust.”
“Omega,” you know that voice. It’s Bucky. “You do not have to fear us. You belong to us.”
This isn’t happening. “Run,” even if your breathing is irregular, and your legs are vibrating, you sprint. In the twinkle of an eye Steve and Bucky take off towards you. Your running gave them your exact whereabouts, and there’s two of them. Two massive bodies of muscle and beauty, hurtling towards you.
There’s no stopping them, and there’s no outrunning them. One splits away from the other, and their chuckles lift in the foggy night. You’re an idiot. You can’t even believe that you listened to him. But his words took control of your body.
A brick wall slams into your body. The air completely knocks out of you when two thick arms fasten around your waist. One tanned flesh, while the other is a cold metal, “Do you know why you ran?” The blonde walks in front of you. He bends low to directly look in your eyes. You gulp as the fear subsides. The adrenaline is still heavy.
“There, there, sweet omega. You don’t fear us do you?”
“No,” your voice is that of a mouse, and you can’t look away from him. His eyes pierce your very center, and you want to be good for him, “What’s happening?”
“You’re in heat. Have no fear, neither Bucky and I are in rut. But this conversation wasn’t going to make much sense to you unless you could feel compelled not to fear.”
“You’ve compelled me?”
“You ran on command, did you not?” Coincidence. Bucky’s nose runs up the sensitive column of your neck, simultaneously scenting, and licking the skin. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as your back arches. Pushing your ass into him. “You’re reacting to a beta scenting and tasting you. You’re nothing but a bitch in heat.”
It takes every bit of your will power to scowl at him. “There are a small group of us left. We do not live in these woods. We live amongst everyone else. We watch, and we wait. But some things like the scent of you linger in our mind. Bucky is the one that discovered you first. He was doing some maintenance work in your apartment. Later that night you were humping your pillow with the name James rolling off your lips.”
“No,” Steve smirks, and nods his head. Okay, the maintenance man was – is extremely attractive, and you were lonely, “But…”
“The second time, you met me. I have delivered a package to your house. I have sold you a car, I have attended a wedding that you were in. Our sweet Bucky has showed up to your work, and helped you with a flat tire. He has given you his opinion on a book at the library. Omega, we have been waiting and watching for you. And yes, this was unorthodox to offer the drink. But you have to see that you belong to us.”
“I don’t get a choice?” Your lip quivers. Bucky’s grip on you softens, and his primal sniffing turns into ghosting his lips on your skin. Kissing a boo boo like you’re a child. His gentleness makes you weak, and you want the two of them to encircle you.
“You do. We will give you that. It will hurt; it will hurt all of us.”
“And if I tell you to own me?”
A rumble gathers in both their chests, and your eyes roll into the back of your head once again. “We will take turns with you. We will protect you and worship the ground you walk on. And soon, you will have my pups. I have no doubt that one day you will be able to grow Bucky’s. We’ll get into that another time.”
“The moon is full.”
“Omega, we’re not werewolves anymore. Not yet anyways. Evolution has changed us. Some of us don't even hear the call anymore,” Bucky whispers on your cheek. You whimper, and turn to look at him. Desiring him, and needing him. Your body is taking over, and you want to claim him. “We’re not creating mating bonds tonight. Think of it as pleasure that you have never experienced before.”
“Promise?” Steve walks away from the two of you, and lowers himself in front of a tree. Leaning back, he beams up at the two of you.
“I promise.”
“And then we mate?”
“If that’s what you want,” your hands go to your jeans, and you claw at the pants. Tugging them down while you gaze back at Bucky. Memories of each of them in and out of your life within the last year. You remember them. The pull to them. The ache to remain single, and turning men away because they didn’t come close to the way that Steve and Bucky always left you feeling. You didn’t know it was all tied together.
You step out of a shoe, and slip your leg from the jeans as Bucky frees himself. He gives your body a bit of a spin, and positions you directly in front of Steve. Carefully he lifts up your left leg slightly before gripping his cock at the base. He slaps his length up against your core. Moaning, your knee starts to give, but Bucky keeps you standing upright.
“Buck, if you could see just how soaked she is,” you bite on your lip as he presses his tip at your entrance. “Don’t put on a show.”
“You like it.”
“And you know that our omega is going delirious. Aren’t ya, baby doll?” You nod in response. Arching and pushing back on Bucky. “Put her out of her misery,” he rolls his eyes.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, give me your cock. I need to be bred,” you whine, rolling your hips, and searching for Bucky’s cock. “Bucky!” Steve leans forward in irritated excitement. Your discomfort seems to edge him into a protective stance. “It hurts, Bucky. I need to be knotted.”
“If you don’t fuck her, I will,” Bucky crashes into your heat, and you screech out in pleasure. The pain slowly starts to subside as you adjust to his length. “That’s better. Omega, Bucky is going to stretch you, and then you’re going to ride my cock, until I come, okay?” You nod your head as you start to rock on Bucky. “Needy little thing. Do you know why Bucky gets you first?”
“Nope,” Bucky chuckles as you work yourself over him. Nothing has ever felt so good. Never so right. You just want to exist to take him. Them. You barely hear Steve’s words. You’re just in a high of euphoria, and didn’t care about much else.
“Because you’re in need of a knot. Bucky being beta cannot offer that to you. So while I’m throbbing, I get to watch my two favorite people start our forever,” you mewl as you look from Steve to Bucky. Forgetting the journey to here. Forgetting everything but them.
“You won’t be mean?”
“No, omega. I won’t allow it,” Bucky pushes into you with such a long quick thrust it causes you to see stars. A funny feeling rises in your belly as his hard thrusts send you into another realm. Orbiting all new planets. Opening up a new world that you thought long forgotten. Once you committed yourself to them, it would be near impossible to leave. They would have you in a chokehold, and own you.
You want to. Desire to? Maybe there were some choices taken away from you when you met them, but you don’t feel like they’re taking away who you are. You’re just now part of them. Part of a bigger picture.
“Yes,” Steve froths as he leans ever closer. “Yes, she likes that,” you love whatever Bucky is doing to you. It’s why nobody else fit with you in the past. It wasn’t the exes, you can only guess it’s because they weren’t Bucky and Steve.
“Come on, Buck. Come on. Don’t stop. Keep going. You’re making her feel so good, beta,” Bucky whines, and hides his face in your neck. Kissing along your sweaty skin. “Don’t do it. It’s not time.”
“I want to.”
“I know you do, bubba. Don’t. Not. Yet,” he wraps his free hand around your waist, jackhammering into you at such a speed that you blackout. Moaning and screaming out his name and nonsensical words. Clenching your eyes close as your walls grip around him. “Make her messy, beta.”
An odd ferocious sound echoes out of Bucky’s mouth, and his seed spurts deep into your womb. “Hurry. Bring her here. Don’t want her to leak any of you.”
Bucky reacts immediately. He lifts you up, and carries you over to Steve. Even places you on top of him. Coaxing you lower until your cunt swallows his length, and you sigh. Feeling Bucky’s spend mix in your quivering cunt. Wetting Steve’s cock. “Fuck me.”
His whisper is low and demanding, and you listen. Working yourself over Steve like a mad woman. Like having him directly after Bucky is what made things right in the world. Things shifted so the three of you can be one. No beginning. No end. Just harmony. It would work out. You did trust them. It’s something you know in your gut.
Your souls fuse together in the most beautiful way. Mixing and melting into the other one. There is nothing that can separate the three of you. Not even your simpering and crying for Bucky, all while you fuck Steve. Hands on his chest you bounce over him.
“Next time, I’ll have you two properly. Preferably with light so I can see everything. Does this feel good, sweet omega?”
“Uh huh. Perfect.”
“Say it. Say what you want.”
“Knot me! Mate me!”
“You sure?” Bucky is right behind you, pleading for your answer. Something feels right. Is it having the two of them back to back? Is it having them so close while the other dominates you? You don’t know.
“Yes!” Awkwardly you grind on Steve. Unsure why you’re moving differently, but it still feels so heavenly. “Yes!”
“This is gonna hurt!” Steve grits through his teeth. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t. Stop,” you don’t. You hunch on him like this is what you were destined to do. Not stopping until that moment where the skies light up. Every star shines down on the three of you.
Overstimulated and overwhelmed, pain stretches out your core to a state it’s never been, and you sob out their name. Begging them for a different kind of relief when each of their mouths attach to your neck. A sharp burning pain ignites your skin, and then serenity warms up your body. You no longer feel the pain at your entrance, but you keep him secure in your cunt. Stretching to take his knot.
Bucky grunts, slightly adjusting himself, “This isn’t the most pleasant feeling, Steve.”
“She’s too fucked out to claim us, too. That would help you.”
“We don’t have to do this every time?”
“No, bubba. Did you really think that taking my knot while we double penetrated her pussy was going to be the easiest?” Bucky shakes his head no as he grimaces. “C’mere,” Steve puckers his lips to his beta, and he gives him a gentle kiss. “We’ll only do this when I’m in rut, and when we want pups. Otherwise, there’s no need for you to suffer this fate as well. But our omega loves to be knotted, huh?”
You did. You really did.