"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

　　My feet pad against the cold wooden floor as I go towards the window and open the curtains. A smile tugs at my lips. Sunlight is scattered over the tall trees, birds are sweeping and diving through the air. Opening the window, I let the cool morning breeze brush against my face.


　　"This is life," I say to myself, crossing my arms at the windowsills.?


　　"Talking to yourself, Hazel?" A deep voice reaches my ears. "That's not concerning at all."


　　I turn my face towards the source and see Sebastian coming out from the bathroom, a towel around his neck, hair sticking in all angles.


　　"Of course it's not," I roll my eyes despite my smile. "When are you ever concerned about me?"


　　"Not often," He walks over to me and takes a glance at the scenery.?


　　For a moment, both of us let silence envelope us in cozy embrace, watching as the sun continues to rise. Something wet and heavy drops on my head.


CHAPTER 34