"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

　　Sebastian stares at me with dark blue storms in his eyes, he crossed his arms and looked down at me with a stern expression.


　　"Trust me," he say slowly. "My thoughts are exactly the same."


　　He turns to Cleo. "Take her to her room, don't let her out until further orders."


　　"Yes Alpha," Cleo takes me by the elbow and starts dragging me to the stairs.


　　"I can't believe it!" he muttered frantically as we climb the stairs.?


　　He had to put his arms around me to keep me straight. It's not like that I can't walk, my legs just became purple jelly!


　　"I know." I nodded solemnly. "Purple isn't even my colour."


　　"He can't take you out there!" Cleo goes on. "That Hunt is fatal for the Alphas too! You should've never come, Elizabeth."


　　"You're right about that, tracker."


　　Cleo stops. I look around the nine corridors to find the source of the eerily familiar voice. Daisy comes in the view, black smoke cover her like a dark aura.


CHAPTER 16