"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 balance my feet on Sebastian's shoulders, my palms filat against the cool earth above me.


　　"I am holding still," Sebastian snap. "Hurry up!"


　　Right. I hold the gun with the muzzle in my hand and slam its butt at the earth. The moist earth offers little resistance, but even though I've already duga hole, I cant be sure if we're close. Soon enough, I've dug a hole so high I can barely reach it anymore.


　　"Are you sure?" I ask Sebastian yet again.?


　　"I can't reach it," I huff out. "Its too high."


　　"Try, Hazel." Sebastian says, a hint of urgency leaks in his voice. "You can do it. Or rather, you have no other choice."


　　I try to reach it but curse my short height, I can't! I suppress the scream of frustration that builds in my throat. I raise the gun again but stop. An idea hits my head. Click!


CHAPTER 56