The Omega and his Two Alphas [PAFP]

Blood stiffened at the pricking feeling at his nether regions, and glanced down, then look at Clint's chocked face, though he kept hold on his neck. "Explain yourself..." he demanded, not sure where he was heading.

Clint squirmed and his mouth opened as he tried to breathe, trying to break the alpha's hold on him, he got a little brave, his back paw connecting with the alpha's cock, his claws digging in a little.

He grabbed the throat with his hand and squeezed it lightly, and as he did so he leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You're worthless, you know that Clint? You are nothing." He clenched his hand tighter.

Clint whimpered, moving his head and leaving his throat exposed, knowing what was going to happen.

"You failed the test. You can't fight, you can't hunt. You can't even be trusted to do the right thing. I know what you did to your last pack, Clint. You're not able to be trusted with others lives. Do you know what that means?" He leered the last words.

Clint managed a whimper and he looked up at the alpha, fear in his eyes.

Blood stood up and transformed into human form. His dark fur transformed into a pure black vest and pants. "You are to look at me when I speak," he said threateningly.

His ears pinned back and he was gasping for breath, unable to speak at the moment, but he averted his gaze from the alpha.

Blood yowled and shoved the elk off the male. Leaning down, he hissed into the males face, "Are you kidding me? That was the most pathetic attempt at hunting I've ever seen. Do you think this is acceptable?"

Clint yelped and the air was knocked out of him as the elk landed right on him.

Blood saw him grip the elk tightly and grew frustrated, thinking he would probably eventually catch the elk. Quickly, he sprinted forward and cut the elk off and ended it with a swift claw swipe to the neck.

Clint yelped as he was kicked again but he continued to bite the elk's throat, he suddenly lost his grip and chased after the elk, jumping onto it's back and holding tightly.

Blood snarled in happiness at the show taking place in front of him. "Let's see how this Omega deals with that," he muttered to himself, desperately hoping he would fail.

The elk jerked up, hearing something, suddenly Clint launched out if the grass, grabbing the elk's throat in his jaws, yelping but keeping his hold as he was kicked.

Blood growled quietly to himself, now a little frustrated that everything was going so well. He kicked at a pebble, hearing it skip down the slight hill we was on.

Clint stepped over a stick and he walked as silent as he could in long grass, nearing the elk.

Blood spotted the elk and decided to actually give Clint a chance, so he backed away and watched quietly, not alerting the elk in any way. He slitted his eyes as he watched Clint's movements closely.

Clint limped a little faster in attempts to just get the test over with, He was soon trailing after an old elk.

Blood saw the limp and growled after him, "Injury is not an excuse to hunt poorly. You must contribute to the pack, regardless of what you're suffering." He stalked him in the trees.

Clint slowly rose and he limped off after nodding, his tail relaxing a little as he disappeared into the trees, knowing he'd struggle with hunting while his paw was injured.

"Mmm, yes. It's very convenient to never have to wash myself when there are plenty of others to do it for me." He took his paw back and ordered, "Now you take the lead, and do what you would normally do. I will watch from a distance."

The omega compiled and began licking the alpha's paw clean.

He stopped in front of the male and met his gaze, looking down. Mocking Stripes, he said with pretend compassion, "Aww, you haven't fought very much? We'll just have to use whatever else you can offer then, I suppose." He glanced down at his paws, one of which were bloody from a kill he had made. "Here, clean this," he held the paw up to his muzzle, "Then we can hunt properly."

"I've had to hunt more than fight" He murmured, looking up at the alpha but keeping his head low.

Blood circled him, looking him up and down, smiling evilly whenever he saw his shoulders. "Nice, nice, very nice," he muttered, "What are you better at, hunting or fighting?"