"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," she looks back at the room she's in, then at me, a hint of fear on her features.?


　　"For the love of moon, Hazel," I roll my eyes. "Just jump—"?


　　Instinctively, I hold on to it as two arms wrap around my neck. Wide golden eyes stare back at me, I can hear Hazel's fast heart beat, feel her short breaths on my face.


　　"Sebastian," Don't say my name like that.?


　　Despite myself, I lean forward. "Yes?"


　　In three little words, she snaps my mind back in place. "Put me down."


　　Briskly, I put her to her feet and grab the bag.


　　"The map?" I ask her, silently she reaches into her pocket and hands me a thickly folded paper.?


　　The spotless paper that comes in front of my eyes is almost an insult to this Hunt.


　　"Regardless, it's a map. We'll have to get out of their territory before they have a chance to find us," I tell her. "Once we're out, they can't follow."


CHAPTER 53