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The first year the Hunt was held, everyone assumed it was some sort of jest or formality. Get the key from around the Omega’s neck and you earned the right to remove the collar protecting his scent glands and to claim him.
They’d shown up drunk and in their formal party clothes to find Alastor, the Omega in question, dressed like he was going to war. Some of them never fully recovered.
And so it went, year after year. The pretty, willowy Omega putting Alpha after Alpha in their place. Alastor and his realm were prizes that would elevate even the poorest of kingdoms to dizzying heights. His continued untouchability only fed the flames of desire for both, and the competition became ever steeper.
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King Lucifer, an Alpha, falls in love with Prince Alastor, an Omega. The only way to secure his Omega's heart is to win this year's Hunt by besting the other Alphas and forcing the Prince to yield. Unfortunately for him, just because Alastor loves him back doesn't mean the Omega plans to go down without a fight.
Completed: 6/29/25
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02 Jun 2025
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If anyone told Lucifer that one day Alastor would willingly sit on top of his desk, he would have laughed at them and asked what drug they were under. Never in a hundred years would he even dream of that idea coming to fruition, yet here they were.
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30 May 2025
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Alastor, once a beta while he was alive, has been turned into an omega as one of the punishments for his sins. With his increasingly difficult to control heats leaving him concerned he will end up in a bond he doesn't want, he is willing to pay any cost when he seeks aid from the powerful Queen of Hell.
The King and Queen, both alphas, find this omega sinner to be very interesting and offer an unexpected sort of assistance, possibly of a permanent kind.
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- Part 1 of So Claimed
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28 May 2025
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“You never did answer my question.”
“Hm?”
The deer’s ear flicked toward the King in question.
“Why are you up so early?”
Alastor shrugged.
“I’m always up around this time. Peaceful. Quiet. Or at least it usually is.”
The hint clearly went over the short King’s head as the angel continued his line of questioning.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Not particularly.”
“Really? I’m exhausted! How much sleep did you even get last night?”
A crackle of annoyed static rang around the kitchen, but Lucifer didn’t appear to back down from his perch.
Very well, then. Perhaps I can dissuade him from pestering me further…
“If you must know.” Alastor sent the King a glare. “I didn’t. Unfortunately, sleep eluded me as every time I closed my eyes, I was assaulted with the memory of being held down against my will and choking on…”
“Fuck, Al!” Lucifer choked on his breath, nearly scrambling out of his chair with horror.Series
- Part 3 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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19 May 2025
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“Easy there, Bambi.” The angel smirked slyly. “Don’t tell me I’m already sweeping you off your feet—we haven’t even started yet.”
Warmth flooded his cheeks, and he yanked his arm out of the King’s grip with a scoff.
“I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself, Sire.”
“For now…”
His grin tightened, fighting against the growl in the back of his throat.
“Ready?”
Alastor stiffened, snapping his attention to the King and searching for any sign of… something.
A twitch of a muscle.
A glance to the side.
A spike in power.
Anything.
For as much as the angel was clearly planning something, Alastor couldn’t fathom what depravities would be better initiated here instead of the lavish bedroom they had left.
Unless…
There was only one reason Alastor could imagine a ballroom being used for.
He scoffed at the notion.
Surely not.
Not even Lucifer would go as far as an actual attempt to court him for the comically short span of a week.
Still, he couldn’t help verbalizing the jab, regardless.
“What, planning on waltzing me into submission, my liege?” He tilted his head to the side in mockery. “Sorry to say, I’m more of a swing-type of guy.”Series
- Part 2 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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19 May 2025