"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 see her disappear in the crowd, my skin still tingling where she touched it. As much as I trust Hazel, I don't trust anyone else with her. but she's right, we need to act fast lest we lose our only chance.


　　With a deep breath, I turn my gaze to Elmond, making sure to put every bit of authority in my soul in that look. Considering the irritated gleam in his eyes, I suppose it's working.


　　"Keep your eyes on her," I say, my voice hard even to my own ears. "And I'll be keeping mine on you."


　　"Are you so sure I need to be watched, Walts?" he crosses his arms. "I'm not the untamed one here."


　　A growl claws at my throat to let it out, I can almost feel my fingers elongating. The beast hasn't had a dose of wolfsbane in long while and its eager to break through the chains of restraint.


　　"You shouldn't even be allowed on this Hunt," he says, scorn obvious in his tone. "Let alone with Elizabeth as your companion."


CHAPTER 70