"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

　　Breathing heavily, a few rebellious drops of sweat on his temple, Sebastian flashes me a quick crooked smile.


　　"You were saying, Hazel?" he lifts my chin up as he approaches, closing my mouth.?


　　Blood rushes to my face but I refuse to let him have the smugness and huff.


　　"I was saying we cant just destroy trees," I say, walking towards the fallen tree. "But well."


　　"Then maybe you'd like to wade through the swamp, Hazel." A voice says from behind me.?


　　"And let the tree's death be fruitless?" I ask, eyes wide in dramatic horror. "I'd rather not."


　　Sebastian's eyes narrow a fraction but he leaves it at that as he picks up his things and starts after me on the bridge.


　　As we reach the center of the tree trunk, it start getting thinner and I open my arms to keep my balance. I can do this, I take a few wobbly steps forward, I can definitely—


CHAPTER 57