"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 whimpers a little and leans towards me so his muzzle presses to my hair.


　　"You're not very much like Sebastian, are you?" I can't believe the chuckle that leaves my mouth. "And you're not quite a beast either."


　　I shift a little in his hold, this time he lets me. "You're like a complete Lycan, but I'm not going to call you that so.. Wolfie?"


　　He snorts through his nose, I feel myself smile a little. In his senses or not, he's still Sebastian.?


　　"Don't sound so disappointed," I pat his furry arm. "That's all the creativity I can muster right now."


　　My panic dims down and I feel the tension in my muscles escape. Goddess, he's so warm and furry. A yawn escapes me.


　　Sebastian— or maybe I should just call him Wolfie tucks me urnder his head again, for a moment I think I should try to escape somehow, he's still pretty much a wild animal.


CHAPTER 44