"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

　　A series of deafening growls make me stop in my place. This was a horrible idea!


　　Okay, there's no going back now. Just turn, take a look and run away as fast as you can. The chain wont break. Mustering up every bit of courage in my bones, I turn around.


　　My eyes travel up the beast that stands a few feet away. A dark manifestation of nightmares, obsidian eyes outraged and wild.


　　Another loud howl. The clinking of chains. The tree moves virgously, as if about to tear off its roots. I feel like someone has sucked the life out of my legs and fall back, a scream fights its way out of my mouth. I hold my hands up as though they would protect me.


　　Slowly, I open my tightly closed eyes to see an arm extended towards me, long pointed claws almost close enough to touch my foot.


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