Not a Tribute

It has been five hundred years since the last female dragon was seen. Now, the females of this realm are only there to fulfill the wishes of the Alphas.

I have been raised by a man who does not care for any woman, not even his daughter. And though I prayed to be spared from the Annual Hunt, I ended up in the forest, hurt and fearing for my life.
The hunt is supposed to be filled with omega tributes but none of the omegas are here of their own free will. The scent of fear taints the air as we all pray to survive this horrible night.
What I never expected was to find a dragon bowing to me.
Or what happens after.