"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 hear someone laughing, I look up at Reigh as she enters, Sebastian following behind her.


　　"Martha, is everything ready?" She asks, underlying authority in her voice.?


　　"Everything is ready, My Lady," Martha says, looking at the food trolley for any sign of imperfection.?


　　"Good," Reigh says. “Sebastian and I will have dinner in my room."


　　"Very well, My Lady," Martha bows her head in a nod.?


　　I feel my grip on the ice cream tub tighten, my eyes narrow as Sebastian doesn't spare me a glance before leaving with her.


　　A familiar ache in my chest makes me curse under my breath. Why am I feeling so, so... rejected? Its not like Sebastian, or any other guy for that matter, ever paid special attention to me other than when they want


　　I know not to expect anyone to be kind or good to me for no motive but somehow, for some moonforsaken reason, this hurts.


CHAPTER 50