"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

　　The next moment, Sebastian plucks the fire poker from my hand and carelessly tosses it aside.


　　"Why were you screaming?" he studies my face. "What happened?"


　　"There was someone outside my door," I say, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.


　　I look at the door again, my eyes now accustomed to the dark, see Elmond and Timothy, their bed hair sticking in all directions. Behind them I catch a glance of our messenger, Mr. Stone, as he had told his name earlier.


　　"Someone was at the door, they opened the door and woke me from my beauty sleep," I say, my voice calmer than what I feel. "And I guess I woke all of you up."


　　"But Ms. Grey, are you sure?" Mr. Stone asks.


　　"Now that you've said it, maybe I just imagined the door opening," I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "And those vases were kind of ugly so I thought I might as well get rid of them."


CHAPTER 65