"Going to pack your things already?" Sebastian stared straight at me.

"I'm not one of the Omegas that are going with you," I said keeping my tone normal.

"But you are an Omega, aren't you?" he raised his dark brown eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Alpha bated me to it. "Sebastian, you should pick someone a little more... Obedient."

He looked at me as if I was a bug under his shoes. "Elizabeth always has had a problem with discipline," he continued.

A moment later, my chin was caught by a callous thumb and finger,  and my face was jerked up. Sebastian looked over my face and turned it to one side, then the other. As if observing whether or not the product he wanted to fulfill his demands.

"An Omega who's not obedient to Lycan?" Sebastian said. "I wonder why no one has taught you otherwise yet."

***

Every ten years, the Alpha King will host a competition to choose the Alpha Supreme, and the competition always has twenty competitors participate but only a quarter survive.

When Elizabeth Grey is offered freedom in exchange for accompanying Alpha Sebastian Walt on the Hunt, she has no reason to refuse.

After eight weeks of blood, mayhem, fruitless feeling, and dark secrets, a cursed Alpha with a made Omega are on the Hunt for a deadly game. 

Will things ever remain the same?

The Alpha's Fated Omega

　　The next day, I was still peacefully sleeping when I heard a voice in my head.?


　　"Five more minutes, Mom," I mumble and bury my face in the pillows.


　　"I'm not Hazel, let me sleep," I swat away the hand shaking my shoulder.


　　"Get up right now or I'm going to throw a bucket of water at you!" An angry voice command.


　　My eyes snap open and the first thing they focus on is two orbs of deep, dark blue staring at me.


　　A scream escapes my mouth and instinctively my hands go up but Sebastian catches my wrist in his hand before my palm could meet his face.


　　"Have you..." he said slowly while his jaw clenched tight. "..lost your mind?"


　　"You startled me!" I say as he drops my wrists and steps back.


　　Sebastian straightens and folds his arms behind his back, looking down at me with supreme disappointment.


　　"So, why the hell did you wake me up?" I asked, stretching my arms over my head.


CHAPTER 8