"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

　　He doesn't answer for a few moments, I content myself with the fact that he wouldn't. my eyes flutter shut, sleep almost has me in its embrace when I hear him say;


　　"Hazel," someone's shaking my shoulder gently.


　　I grunt and snuggle deeper in the soft surface, shooing the hand away.


　　"Hazel, get up." That annoying hand is now caressing my cheek, but I don't mind it. "Or you're not hungry?"


　　My eyes fly open, I see Sebastian standing over me a he pulls back his hand.


　　"Now that you've mentioned food, maybe I can get up after all." I push myself up the mattress.


　　I look around, only to realize we're in a room. Not a very good room, mind you. the walls are cracked wood, the roof full of cobwebs, window panes so covered in dirt, they're almost grey.


　　"Where are we?" I ask, sitting up on the plain, single bed.


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