"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

　　Thank universe I planned this beforehand. With a sigh, I lean back in my chair, a glass of juice held in my hand as though its wine.


　　"Sebastian and I," my eyes flicker to Elmond for a moment. "We had an argument. He was being difficult for no reason."


　　Alpha Hugo keeps looking at me for a moment, then at Elmond before saying. "I see."


　　The poor soul, he's probably thinking our team coordination isn't strong. Well... its not exactly a lie but when both of us want to win so badly, we can put our differences aside.


　　After lunch, Elmond accompanies me back to my room, awkward silence stretches between us until we reach the door of my room.


　　"Elizabeth," my hand stops at the handle.


　　I turn to look at Elmond again, he's staring straight at me, a determined gleam in his eyes.


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