"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 stare at the thorn in my hand. The inch long piece of wood is curled cruelly at the end, like a barb. A drop of black forms at the tip and drops on the ground. The grass burns where it falls.


　　It must be the work of a witch, there's no way this could still leak poison after being detached for so long I'd taken as much medical supplies and weapons from the witch's den as possible to carry. I hope that antidote works better than this poison.


　　My eyes flicker to Hazel, curled up in the blanket. Her skin was scorching warm but the way her brows are furrowed tells me she's cold. For a moment, I'm tempted to do something about it. Surely, my warmth could make her feel better.


　　I shake my head, cutting off my thoughts. What the hell am I thinking? Hazel wouldn't allow that.


　　I'm a decent girl not used to men holding me like that!?


CHAPTER 61