@builttoendure
Dylan could feel his eyes on him again. The omega kitsune was drinking with a glass of champagne in his hands as he socialized with some of the others, a polite smile on his face. Dylan himself was a Victor as well, having won the 69th Hunger Games. The Omega thought it was only fair for him to join the mating party that the Capital was throwing for Cato, allowing omegas from all kinds of districts to come over in hopes of catching his eye.
But Dylan wasn’t really here for the alpha. He wanted an omega to take home...To Pound. But it seemed like Dylan had caught the alpha’s attention. Because he could feel those jealous eyes on him anytime he touched another omega or whispered something in their ear. The alpha thought that Dylan was like them...That he was some toy for him to control and own...Maybe the alpha needs to be taught his place, Dylan thought to himself with a smirk.
Dylan had won his games by using his crafty skills and his elusiveness. Dylan was one of the smartest tributes the Capital has seen, even though he wasn’t the most physically fit (especially considering he was 13 at the time). Dylan smirked as he finally decided to approach the alpha after ignoring him for a good hour, letting him be hounded and annoyed by the other omegas here.
“Hello there, sweet cheeks,” Dylan said to his fellow District 2 Victor. Dylan smirked as he ran a hand over the man’s arm. “You enjoying your party so far?”