"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

　　He stops to an abrupt halt, I bump into his back and look around him to see what made him stop. Screams die at my tongue.


　　Bloody, mangled bodies are entrapped in the web of vines, dead eyes staring into nothing.


　　Something like a bullet goes past my arm, tearing the skin, I hiss, snapping out of my momentary trance. The bloody vines are slashing at us like throwing knives.


　　Sebastian hisses a curse, taking a sharp turn, the vines coming at us in a wild array, jabbing and puncturing. We try to ward them off- me with the dagger and Sebastian with his free hand but that's highly annoying while running. I'm pretty sure we're going to die from blood loss.?


　　"I see a clearing," Sebastian says, a silver of hope enters my heart.?


　　I see it too, the faint moon light illuminates the patches of grass, the moonforsaken trees a respectable distance from each other.


　　We cross the forestry and into the clearing—


CHAPTER 58