"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

　　I turn sharply to face him. "For an Alpha, maybe it's not. But for me, it is..."


　　Elmond runs a hand through his blond hair. I vaguely notice the white suit and mask he's wearing. When he looks at me, I see a pang of hurt in his eyes.


　　"You really think I don't know what these people treat you like?" he said quietly, I averted my eyes. "The looks your pack gaves you the first time you put your hand out to shake mine, the way the Beta's daughter pushes you around, how Sebastian barely let? you talk to anyone else,"


　　Elmond put his hands on my shoulders and take a step forward.


　　"You think I didn't notice?" he says, his eyes soft almost pitiful.


　　My hands curl into a fists, my jaw tightens. I level him with my steeliest glare as I step away from him.


　　"Don't..." the burn of my voice surprises even me. "Don't pity me. I'm better off without it."


CHAPTER 15