"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

　　"Careful," Sebastian takes my small hand in his, funny our hands fit together just right.


　　"I don't want you to immobilize yourself and complain that you can't work..."


　　Grumbling to myself. I decided to go down to the kitchen where a few other Omegas are cooking as well.


　　One of the perks of being an Omega: You must learn how to cook— fast.


　　Which is what I hate the most. I'm toasted.


　　"Another?" A male Omega, probably someone's mate, glares at me, his Italian accent flaring. "You broke another plate?!"


　　"Sorry!" I said, hurriedly picking up the pieces. "It just happens!"


　　"No, no, no!" He said. "Not another damage, you understand?"


　　I nodded immediately. "I promise," I replied sheepishly as I put Sebastian's breakfast on a tray, grab the coffee, and hurriedly get out.


　　When I enter the room, I almost drop the tray.


CHAPTER 9