"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

　　Almost about to turn away, I spot a door at the farther ending of the ballroom. I try to open it and it gives away easily.


　　A narrow hallway enters my vision and I sense it then; the faint trail of gardenia flowers and rain. Why the hell should she come here?


　　My mind instantly conjures up the worst possibilities as I sprint through the hallway, faint sounds reach my ear and I see a speck of light at the far end.


　　When I come out, my eyes take in the detail of the place. A gilded room, high curtains of the windows, sofas and showpieces littered across the marble floor but in the major space of the room is taken up by a pool, the steaming water fogs the air.


　　A laugh reaches my ears and my snaps in the direction of the sound. I find her sitting in a group of boys and girls, legs hanging in the water, a glass held loosely in her hand as she throws her head back and laughs again.


CHAPTER 71