I really hope you like the first chapter!

This chapter is dedicated to Wisp_Zzz, who picked Hunter's epic last name (Hunter Sky)!

This chapter is dedicated to Wisp_Zzz, who picked Hunter's epic last name (Hunter Sky)!

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My cell rings as I'm about to kiss the Omega. I'm not even attracted to her, so I don't know why I'm doing this. Except that she's already here, so why not? I have her pressed up against the wall, her bright orange lips parted with excitement. They stand out in stark contrast to her pale skin, making her look disgustingly plastic. I shift my gaze to her dark brown curls. They tumble down past her shoulders and I lace my fingers through them. I start to pull her close, only to quickly let go. For some reason, her hair feels dry and crunchy, like hay.

I rest my palms on either side of her instead, and the Omega squeals. She bats her eyelashes up at me, and I grimace. There's so much gunk on them, it looks like something died in there: a giant bug or maybe a spider. I have to remind myself I don't care about her eyes—or her crunchy hair or orange lips—but I can't quite hide my disgust.

Unlike most Alphas, I've never hooked up with any of the girls in my pack. At least the Omega knows I'm not offering a relationship and she's more than willing. She's happy with anything I give her: a smile, a compliment, some stupid gift. Rumor has it that she likes to please and that is exactly what I need: to drown in the Omega and forget everything that happened—or, more precisely, didn't happen—this morning.

I pull her close and the Omega trembles. "Please," she begs, licking her orange lips. She reeks of desperation, but after the day I've had, I'm feeling pretty desperate myself. It's the only reason why I lean in, instead of sending her away.

When my phone rings, I consider ignoring it, but why bother? It's not like the Omega's going anywhere. She's got her palms pressed against my chest, and I shove them away.

"Don't move, I order and I take a few steps back to accept the video call. A split second later, a familiar face slightly resembling mine pops up on the screen. "Hey, Hunter! How does it feel to be eighteen?"

"Logan." I nod in greeting and take a few more steps away from the Omega to make sure my grinning cousin can't see her.

"Happy birthday, Hunter!" Logan's grin widens.

"Happy?" I scowl. "Yeah right."

"Why? Is something wrong?" Logan's grin falters.

"I didn't find my mate."

"You didn't?" My little cousin frowns.

He's actually not that little—just a year younger than me—but he acts like such a kid. Here I am, singlehandedly running an entire pack, while he talks about sneaking out, getting grounded, and doing homework. If we weren't related, I'm not sure we'd ever talk.

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