"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 was beyond surprised when Sebastian stopped just as the sun started setting. I glance warily at his face. He looks pale, the scars on his face more pronounced. Even the smallest sound seems to put him on the edge.


　　"Sebastian, are you alright?" I ask carefully.?


　　"I.." he hesitates for a moment. "I need to tell you something."?


　　My brows pull together and I nod, waiting for him to continue. Sebastian bgoes through his clothes bag and pulls something out, my eyes widen.


　　A silver chain hangs from his hands with a manacle and a padlock. Sebastian holds out a silver key for me, I step back. What the hell? Silver should've burned him, and its most


　　"Seriously, Hazel?" He gives me a look.?


　　"Silver bullets didn't burn you, you think this would?"


　　The urgency in his voice makes my stomach turn unpleasantly. I let out a shaky breath.


CHAPTER 42