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Sisheng Peak is hosting the Hunt this year. A large area in the forest near the territory has been reserved and closed off for the event. Decorations and heaps of delicious food were prepared to welcome the guests from the participating families. The atmosphere is full of excitement as a beta from Sisheng announces the rules on the raised platform to a crowd of alphas waiting restlessly for their turn to run into the forest and claim an omega.
Mo Ran, a man of modern taste, would not normally be so excited over such an archaic tradition. He’s young, handsome, and with brilliant prospects. He can cook too—which, he pleasantly discovered, is a trait that many omegas find particularly desirable. Even without the Hunt, he would have no problem finding himself a suitable mate to settle with for the rest of his life.
But today might be his only shot at the object of his desires.
Most of the alphas gaze intently into the forest as if they’d be able to sense traces of the omegas in hiding through sheer concentration. Some are standing around listlessly, looking like they can’t wait to get this over with. Those are the ones who were probably coerced by their more traditional families as a show of respect to old customs.
And one alpha stands out among them all, blooming like a flower in a field of thorns, his face devoid of emotion.
Mo Ran’s breath catches in his throat as Chu Wanning brushes his hair back from his face when a gust of wind passes him by. His scent is carried by the breeze, wafting over to Mo Ran, overwhelming him with the fragrance of haitang. It leaves a cold aftertaste, like the bearer is made of ice.
He is as beautiful as the day Mo Ran first met him under the haitang tree, which stands not far from where they currently are. It has been four years since then. He doesn’t fit in this crowd of unruly alphas, or even among this ocean of ordinary mortals. He is meant to be cherished, worshipped, revered like a celestial immortal of the distant skies.
A hungry look flashes in Mo Ran’s eyes. He hides it instantly, not daring to look even a second more. Any longer and Chu Wanning might notice, and that’s the opposite of what Mo Ran wants. He needs Chu Wanning’s guard down if he wants to succeed.
Mo Ran is not able to conceal the excited tremor of his hands, but fortunately, everyone is too engrossed in other matters to pay attention to him. No one notices the unhinged glint in his eyes at the prospect of using the Hunt in a way it has never been used before, in open defiance of tradition.
Today, he is here to hunt another alpha.
Today, he will make Chu Wanning his.
“Let the Hunt commence!”
Every four years, a noble family hosts the most primal of mating rituals called the Hunt. It is open to all unbonded alphas and omegas above the age of eighteen who wish to take part. It preys on the nature of the human animal, where everyone would rely on nothing but scent, desire, and instinct to choose a mate. The omega will be given the advantage of going in early, concealing their scent in any way they can, able to run and hide from alphas they do not want. The alpha will have to prove their might, skillfully avoiding traps omegas might’ve set, claiming their prize before time runs out.
With the passage of time, the regulations have gotten stricter to protect the participants as much as possible, but the basic rules remained the same.
No weapons. Bonds made are irreversible. Within the area of the Hunt, they are diminished into creatures of lust locked in a metaphorical cage.
And Chu Wanning never participated until now, as a favor to the hosting family.
He’s one of the most anticipated figures of this year’s Hunt, everyone waiting to see if the alpha made of frost who is way past the age of marriage will be coming out with a mate today.
Mo Ran watches him from a distance, waiting for him to enter the forest before he runs in after him. He’s sure Chu Wanning will not pay him any mind. He, like all the others, is under the impression that Mo Ran is here to chase after an omega.
That’s his strongest disguise.
Mo Ran is so attuned to Chu Wanning’s scent that he doesn’t lose track of it despite the multitude of scents from the other alphas in the vicinity. He’s spent four years branding that haitang scent into his soul, chasing after every whiff of it, coming up with all kinds of excuses to visit Rufeng and witness the existence of his beloved again and again. He never dared to get any closer than what was considered polite, maintaining the ruse of being there on official business when all he wanted to do was to force his knot into Chu Wanning where everyone could see.
And Chu Wanning—sweet, sweet Chu Wanning—did not suspect him one bit. His identity as an alpha with a reputation of a playboy who regularly fooled around with omegas ensured the secrecy of his untoward affections. Fond as though Mo Ran is of Chu Wanning, he knows he’s of the traditional sort; alphas belong with omegas, omegas belong with alphas. If Mo Ran was any less careful with his actions, Chu Wanning would’ve found out and he would slip from Mo Ran’s grasp forever.
In the forest, Mo Ran keeps his distance at first, taking care to not drift too close while not straying too far from the scent he’s tracking. Giddiness starts to fill him when he realizes that Chu Wanning is not intending to get any further into the forest where most of the alphas were headed and most of the omegas were hiding, confirming Mo Ran’s hopeful guess that he is not interested in actually participating in the Hunt.
He’s looking for a quiet place to rest, somewhere to pass the time.
Perfect.
The others are quite far away now, taking the heart of the Hunt deep into the forest. The agitation Mo Ran felt from the clashing pheromones finally ceased as the other alphas left the area.
But he takes great caution, roaming to check the perimeter and making sure no one is there to disturb them. He will not react well to someone accidentally seeing Chu Wanning in the state Mo Ran will reduce him to later.
He had planned this for far too long. He will not let anyone get in the way of it.
He takes out an ointment from his pocket. He bought it from Guyueye. It’s meant to be rubbed on the scent glands and it will only last for a few minutes before it loses its effects, but it’s guaranteed to fully conceal your scent.
It’s against the rules of the Hunt, but Mo Ran hid it well. The inspector from earlier was a close acquaintance of his and was very easily distracted. Mo Ran barely had to spare any effort.
After he’s done, he crushes the thin vial with his foot and scatters the shards all over the leaf-laden ground, burying the traces of his crime.
Only then did he dare to get close to where Chu Wanning was resting, his steps as quiet as the night.
Mo Ran is stricken and entranced when he sees him, primly seated on a large jut of rock that rests against a tree, his back straight and eyes closed. Mo Ran yearns to shatter that tranquility. He hides behind the cover of the forest vegetation, prowling like a predator patiently sounding out its prey. This is the only situation where Chu Wanning would let his guard down.
So when he spots an opening, he pounces, quick and silent.
Chu Wanning barely had time to open his eyes before he’s knocked off his seat and forced into the ground. Mo Ran exerts his strength into pinning him down, a deranged gleam shining in his eyes as he takes out another vial from his pocket, the red liquid inside it sloshing around in the struggle. Chu Wanning thrashes around like a desperate, cornered prey, his initial surprise from being caught unaware turning into pale shock (and something else that Mo Ran doesn’t register amidst the chaos) upon seeing the face of his attacker.
The only reason Mo Ran was able to gain the upper hand was because he caught Chu Wanning unawares. It would’ve been an even fight otherwise. Chu Wanning doesn’t scream for help, his pride as an alpha kicking in. And who is Mo Ran to not take advantage of it?
Mo Ran wraps a hand around Chu Wanning’s neck, forcing the aphrodisiac down Chu Wanning’s throat. He doesn’t budge despite the painful drag of Chu Wanning’s nails down his forearms drawing pinpricks of blood. He smiles gently as if he’s being caressed instead of mauled.
“I missed you, Wanning.”
The aphrodisiac is fast-acting, turning his target into putty within a minute or two. Mo Ran shakily exhales when he feels Chu Wanning soften under him, his hand loosening from where it’s wrapped around Chu Wanning’s neck. Chu Wanning’s pretty face slowly starts to flush red, a beautiful color on him. Mo Ran feels high on the sight alone.
“Very, very irresponsible of you to let your guard down during the Hunt,” Mo Ran whispers, leaning down until their lips are mere inches away. “All these years and you never noticed. I must’ve hid it so well.”
Chu Wanning futilely resists, trying to move his wrists out of Mo Ran’s grasp. “Mo Weiyu,” he manages through a gasp, “what do you think you’re doing? Let me go.”
“Impressive,” Mo Ran remarks, his hands making quick work of Chu Wanning’s clothes, baring him to his hungry gaze. “Most people wouldn’t be coherent at this point, and you drank the whole thing.”
A devout exhale leaves Mo Ran’s lips when Chu Wanning’s upper body is exposed for his eyes to feast on.
“You’re stunning.”
It’s safe enough to let go of Chu Wanning’s wrists by now. Even if he resists again, his attacks will only feel like a feather’s graze.
Mo Ran places his hands on Chu Wanning’s waist, and they fit even more perfectly than he imagined. It’s almost criminal how small his waist is. If Mo Ran really tried, he’d be able to wrap his hands around the entirety of him.
The thought alone makes him feel drunk.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Mo Ran murmurs deliriously, leaning closer and relishing Chu Wanning’s furious expression. “You got careless, Chu Wanning. How will you tell the world now that you’re going to be bitched in a hunt where you’re supposed to be the predator?”
The alarm in Chu Wanning’s eyes when he realized the extent of what Mo Ran is planning to do… Exquisite, Mo Ran thinks. You have no idea, baobei.
And the best part is that Chu Wanning has no way to stop him. The aphrodisiac is working its magic, eating through his system and suffusing every single one of his cells with desire that he soon won’t be able to take.
“You wouldn’t,” Chu Wanning whispers savagely.
“You don’t know me well enough, darling,” Mo Ran whispers. “You only saw the Mo-zongshi I wanted you to see.”
Mo Ran leans down to kiss him the way a drowning man would drink from a well in the oasis. It’s less of a kiss and more of a fight. Mo Ran tastes iron when Chu Wanning bites him in retaliation. Exhilarated, Mo Ran squeezes Chu Wanning’s neck punishingly until he’s forced to gasp for air, using that opportunity to spit in his mouth.
Chu Wanning lets out a lewd gasp in response, the look in his eyes growing hazy as the aphrodisiac gets stronger. Mo Ran flicks his thumbs over his pink nipples, latching on one when Chu Wanning’s back arches in pleasure.
“Let me hear you.”
Chu Wanning point blank refuses to let out a single sound even as his body beautifully reacts to Mo Ran’s invasive touch, everything amplified by the aphrodisiac.
“That’s fine,” Mo Ran says with Mo-zongshi’s familiar gentle smile. “I’ll have you screaming my name by the end of this.”
“Why—” Chu Wanning struggles to get the words out “—are you doing this?”
Why? Mo-zongshi has always been kind, never showing anything but distant politeness to Chu Wanning.
“You’re a smart man, Yuheng.”
Mo Ran slowly drags down the clothes covering the lower half of Chu Wanning’s body, expression filled with madness and excitement as his god is bared before him.
“But nowhere near observant enough to recognize a man who wants you more than anyone has ever wanted someone.”
Mo Ran’s eyes flicker at the sight of Chu Wanning’s drenched underwear, cum sticking to his thighs and making an obscene picture that had Mo Ran sucking in a breath. “You came?” he asks sharply. Chu Wanning’s embarrassed grimace is all the answer he needs.
“Was it when I spit in your mouth?”
Chu Wanning trembles harshly, tearing his gaze away. He’s perfect. He’s made for Mo Ran. He must have him. He must have him in a way that ruins him, ruins them both past recognition.
“You’re perfect,” Mo Ran breathes out, tracing the tip of his finger over the slit of Chu Wanning’s dripping cock. “Who else knows that you get wetter than an omega when an alpha spits on you?”
Mo Ran laughs then. “No one, of course,” he answers for Chu Wanning, kissing his cheek softly and saying, “My Wanning is still a pure little virgin. People talk about how you don’t react to omegas because you can’t feel pleasure, but they don’t know what they’re talking about. You’re a unique alpha. You want to be fucked, to be tossed around like a filthy slut, but they never understood that. Only I do.”
Chu Wanning tightly shuts his eyes, his breath turning haggard as Mo Ran continues to fondle all of him shamelessly. He’s never experienced this much stimulation before, pleasure attacking him from all sides, making him unable to defend himself from the assault.
“Look at you.”
Chu Wanning’s eyes cross when Mo Ran teases the tip of his finger in his hole using the slide of his cum. It’s not fully inside him yet, but he can’t take it. He’s too tight. Alphas aren’t meant to be fucked like this. It’s a violation of the natural order.
“Your cute little cock won’t be able to please an omega. Your only use is to serve this Venerable One by opening your mouth and spreading your legs.”
Venerable what? Chu Wanning thinks in confusion, but whatever coherent thought he had disappears when Mo Ran leans down to lave his tongue over his nipple while crudely fucking his finger in him fully.
Chu Wanning’s body draws tight like a bow as he cums all over himself for the second time. Mo Ran doesn’t let him rest from it, pulling a vial of lube (something the Hunt actually allows, for once) out of his pocket and coating his fingers with it.
“See?” Mo Ran hums, placing a dirty, open-mouthed kiss on Chu Wanning’s lips as he fucks three fingers inside that virgin hole all at once, making Chu Wanning buck up in response. “Your alpha is so good to you, Wanning. Thinking of your comfort like this.”
Chu Wanning claws weakly at his back, letting out small, soft sounds he can’t help. Mo Ran is so turned on, he’s having trouble describing what he feels at the moment. He’s never been that articulate in the first place. No lines of poetry come to mind as he looks at Chu Wanning’s beauty—he’s simply beyond words, indescribable by any verse.
His muscles roll and flex under his skin as he fingers Chu Wanning harshly enough to make a few drops of tears spill from his phoenix eyes. He’s getting so wet, Mo Ran thinks. He must be out of his mind with desperation by now, his body begging to be breached, to be defiled.
“Will you beg for me, Wanning?” Mo Ran whispers, hitting Chu Wanning’s prostate with every thrust of his fingers. The aphrodisiac has fully settled in by now, taking the fight away from the proud alpha and replacing it with mindless want. Chu Wanning lets out a silent sob, his white robes in a disarray as he gets fingered to tears.
“Nn…”
Mo Ran laughs, taking out his fingers and undoing his pants. His cock hangs hard between his legs, drawing Chu Wanning’s attention and bringing a bit of lucidity back in those eyes.
But Chu Wanning’s fearful expression contrasts with the shameless thing he does next.
He spreads his legs open.
“Oh.”
Mo Ran’s voice trembles as he places his hands on Chu Wanning’s thighs, squeezing the soft and sensitive flesh. He doesn’t think he can survive a day without this from now on.
“I’m in love with you.”
Chu Wanning’s half-lidded eyes turn wide as if he regained sobriety. Mo Ran is far too much of a dumb dog in rut at the moment that he wasn’t able to notice Chu Wanning’s reaction to what he said. But if he did, he’d realize…
Mo Ran drags his hand over his cock, lathering it with copious amounts of lube. He’s so hard it hurts, longing to bury himself inside Chu Wanning in one go and force his knot in him.
His knot, which even omegas have a hard time with, will be deep inside Chu Wanning soon. He shudders at the thought, positioning his cock on Chu Wanning’s moist entrance.
“When I’m through with you, Wanning,” Mo Ran says gently, “you will be leaking with desperation here everyday, craving for your alpha. You won’t last a day without being filled.”
“Don’t,” Chu Wanning begs futilely, trying to appeal to the human inside this unfamiliar beast. “Mo Ran, don’t do this.”
Mo Ran strokes his cheek lovingly as he brutally fucks into Chu Wanning in one thrust, slipping his thumb inside his mouth when he parts it open in a scream. He lets out a loud, almost reverent groan as Chu Wanning’s warmth closes over his cock.
Chu Wanning’s body bends in a beautiful arc, sweat glistening on his chest like jewels scattered over silk. Mo Ran leans down to take one of his nipples between his lips, sucking on it like he’s a pregnant woman leaking milk. Chu Wanning whimpers pathetically in response, the multitude of sensations wreaking havoc in his drugged mind.
“No… stop it… Mo Ran…”
Mo Ran presses down on the spot where his cock bulges on Chu Wanning’s stomach, rutting into him frantically as he mouths kisses and sweet nothings all over Chu Wanning’s chest. His love, his god.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I’ve never had anyone as tight as you. You’re no alpha. You’re a whore made to take knots better than any omega.”
He hoists Chu Wanning up until he’s perched on his lap, his cock reaching deeper in this angle. Chu Wanning’s thighs weren’t strong enough to keep him upright—he slips down until he’s gasping, shaking, and bouncing weakly to chase after the deeper press of Mo Ran’s dick inside him. The aphrodisiac is turning him into the slut he’s always been.
“A-ah… Mo Ran…”
Mo Ran is going crazy with the sound of Chu Wanning’s moans. It’s almost hypnotic, or maybe he’s just a fool in love.
“That’s it,” Mo Ran murmurs, thrusting upwards until Chu Wanning cries out again. “Call my name. I don’t want you to forget that I’m the one who took you like this.”
They’re a perfect mold, a perfect match. There’s a loud squelch as Mo Ran grips Chu Wanning by the hips and slams him down on his cock, muffling his scream with a kiss. Mo Ran doesn’t know if that was the lube, or if that was a sign of…
Mo Ran’s eyes spark with excitement as his thrusts get rougher, harsher, like he wants to imprint the shape of his cock in Chu Wanning’s tight walls.
“You hear that, darling? You’re already so wet for me.”
Alphas are not biologically shaped to be fucked, but when they’re constantly taken by another alpha, their bodies eventually change. The dominant alpha’s pheromones significantly overpowers the submissive alpha’s until he starts exhibiting symptoms only observed in omegas: self-lubrication, heats, and increased chances of pregnancy.
Only one out of ten thousand alphas has the ability to get pregnant. But when they’re bitched…
“What do you say we let it hold, love?” Mo Ran tugs on Chu Wanning’s hair, licking his lower lip. “I’ll keep you spread open all the time, stuffing you full with my seed until your belly goes round with my pups. It’ll be difficult for you at first with your stubborn pride but I’ll train you, darling, until you can’t breathe without a knot inside you. You’ll beg for it everyday. How’s that sound, hm?”
Chu Wanning is helpless to do anything but respond with the most erotic groan Mo Ran has ever heard in all his years of living.
Heavens, Mo Ran thinks, I want him. He wants a family with him. He wants to leave him with no way out. He wants to build a life with him. He wants to make sure no path will lead to retreat from this love.
“Wanning,” he whispers tenderly, kissing the corner of his lips. “Won’t you be mine?”
Tears stream down the corners of Chu Wanning’s eyes. He looks like an angel, a painting. He was once so distant and unreachable. Now he’s but a puppet of the pleasures of the flesh.
Chu Wanning cums all over their stomachs, collapsing fully with his body trembling all over. His arms fall limp around Mo Ran’s shoulders.
But Mo Ran isn’t done with him yet. No.
He flips Chu Wanning onto his front, taking him from behind like a savage. Chu Wanning drags his hands across the ground, presenting himself like an omega as he whines.
“Mo Ran, Mo Ran, Mo Ran—!”
Only in his dreams did Chu Wanning ever say his name like this, in a tone other than the indifference with which he usually regards everyone else. Now it’s his reality.
Mo Ran leans down once more, brushing Chu Wanning’s hair away from his nape. His thrusts don’t relent, his hips continuing to snap forward as Chu Wanning’s hole constricts around his girth.
His dearest Chu Wanning.
He bares his fangs and digs his teeth into Chu Wanning’s mating gland, prompting his loudest scream yet. Chu Wanning thrashes like a cornered animal under him, his instincts fighting against the pull of submission. Mo Ran keeps him trapped with his superior strength, not letting go until he’s sure his bite has permanently embedded itself into Chu Wanning’s skin.
And then, with a guttural growl that sounds more animal than man, he shoots his load inside him as his knot starts to form. Chu Wanning is an unintelligible mess at this point, torn apart and made whole by the hands of his new mate, stretched beyond what he can take and still welcoming it all so beautifully.
“There you go,” Mo Ran whispers, the sick glint in his eyes never disappearing as he strokes Chu Wanning’s hips. “Take it, take it.”
“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning mumbles weakly, drifting in and out of consciousness. There’s not an ounce of loathing in his voice. Instead, he sounds like he’s seeking his anchor. His mate. His alpha. Mo Ran gently turns him over, placing a small, tender kiss on his reddened lips.
“Chu Wanning.” Mo Ran strokes his cheeks, his hair as he watches him fall asleep due to exhaustion. The Hunt goes on around them, but he has lost any and all ability to care about things outside of his mate. “You’re bound to me now.”
And he’s never letting him go.