"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

　　He lungs for me, I step away just in time, another laugh escapes me. Not even a moment later, a warm hand grabs my arm, and pulls me back. Sebastian's other arm wraps around me. Holding me like a prisoner.


　　"You really can't be a hunter," he said.


　　We're standing so close, I can see every fleck of the storm in his eyes, ever-intense, slightly amused. His genes really have done him good. Every angular line on his face is perfect, though hardened by experience.


　　Under his subtle tan, I could see little scars across his skin, telling stories he never would. Even in the chilling rain, the warmth of his body radiated on mine.


　　Sebastian leans forward, but this time, my heart hammers hard against my chest, the air around us suddenly warm and heavy.


　　"But you make a good enough prey," his warm breath fans my face, making a shiver race down my spine.


CHAPTER 27