"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

　　Everette leads me to her room and after dinner, she excuses herself to go and change.


　　I sit on the bed, calculating if everything's ready. Only a few hours from now, Hazel and I will be out of their territory and on our way.


　　The bathroom door clicks open, and I have to refrain myself from raising my brows at the sight in front of me. This is one desperate woman. Is my first thought when I see her in a lingerie. The second is that is that I really need to get out of here.


　　She walks towards me, or maybe stalk would be a better word. Her manicured hands come down on my neck as she settles her behind on my lap, batting her lashes at me.


　　"I'm just so tired," Trust me, I am as well.?


　　I make my lips tug upward and cock my head to a side. "For someone very tired, you look ravishing..."


　　Reigh drags a hand through my hair and smiles at me. Unbidden, the memory of someone else's hand in my hair forces it way into my mind.


CHAPTER 52