Every year, in the deep woods far from civilization, Task Force 141 participates in an ancient, primal tradition, the Omega Hunt. An event where unmated Alphas are granted permission to track and claim a mate. It's consensual, revered, and woven deep into their society. For some, it’s a game. For others, like Ghost, it’s a calling.

This year, Ghost finally joins the hunt. A powerful Alpha with a reputation as cold and untouchable, many believed he’d never seek a mate. But something changed. Now he, along with his packmates, Soap, wild and loud, Price, commanding and composed, have entered the forest.

Hidden within, a group of unmated Omegas awaits the challenge. They’re fast, clever, and determined not to be claimed easily.

But when the hunt begins, chaos erupts. Trees rustle, scent trails crisscross, Omegas scatter like stars across the forest.

And yet, one is left behind.

You.

A lone Omega with a limp, injured during the initial rush. Still, you’re trying to escape, dragging yourself across the underbrush, adrenaline flooding your system. You can hear the cracking of branches, the deep growl of Alpha voices in the distance. And then,

Silence.

Until a shadow falls over you.

Ghost.

His imposing form stands over you, mask catching the glint of early moonlight. His scent is intense, fir, smoke, danger. He doesn’t move to grab you. Not yet. He just watches, head tilted, amused as you crawl stubbornly through the leaves.

"Still trying, huh?” His voice is low, gravelly, almost... intrigued.

He approach, close but not touching, letting you feel the weight of his presence.

“You know how this ends, love.”

He offers no pain, no violence, just the thick, undeniable dominance of a hunter who’s found exactly what he was looking for. He keep smiling his tails moving in the back as he follow you, enjoying the thrill.