"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

　　You're going... On the Hunt... You're going on the Hunt... With me....


　　"Me? On the Alpha's Hunt?" I say between my laughs "Goddess, that's the worst joke ever."


　　Sebastian narrows his eyes "This is not a joke."


　　My laughter does down. I look at him thoughtfully and cock my head to a side, weighting my options.


　　"Because the rules are, that every Alpha will have a partner and he cannot participate without him," Cecilion says. "Or in this case, her."


　　I stay quiet, chewing at my bottom lip while they stand up and turn to the door as if this is over so soon.


　　"Come, we have a lot of packing to do," Sebastian says without sparing me a glance.?


　　They all stop. The air in the room stills, tension swirls around me like heavy waves.


　　"What," Sebastian says, turning around slowly. "Did you just say?"


CHAPTER 17