"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

　　But seems like fate has other plans since I can't find anything that would look good on me. Damn! Why does this Lycan female only has clothes I'd never wear?!


　　In my frustration, I let out a silent scream and grab a dress, ball my hands in it and shake out all of my anger. When I'm done, breathing as soundless as possible, I drop it down only to see something under the pile of clothes, something that catches my eyes.


　　I pull the dress out and hold back a gasp. The soft pink material flows in my hand as the puffy evening gown unfurled in front of me, pearly white beads are scattered along the neckline and skirt.


　　Grinning like and idiot, I tuck the dress under my arm and waltz out. My sense of fashion isn't that all bad, I might wanna be a model.


　　When I pass by Daisy's bed, I see the side table laden with masks. I snatch the first one in my reach. I leave Daisy's room, feeling victorious and giddy.


CHAPTER 14