"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 his face towards myself and lean forward, a little bit of cream on my finger.


　　"I know," I say, not sure for what I say it.?


　　Gingerly, I apply the disinfectant on the wound, mind wandering to far off places.


　　"Sebastian?" I ask softly, he hmms in response.?


　　"Would you... Would you kill anyone for victory?"


　　For a moment, he doesn't answer. I look up at his eyes, the only sound I hear is the cackling of fire.


　　Sebastian lowers my hand from his face, holding my gaze with his stormy eyes.


　　"I'd rather be the hunter than the prey, Hazel."


　　He gets up, leaving me to wonder about nothing and everything.


　　"Go to sleep," Sebastian says. "I'll keep watch tonight."


　　I nod and glance down at my finger, with which I'd tended his wound. It's red with blood.


CHAPTER 25