"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

　　A smile curls up my lips. "thank you."


　　"You're welcome," he says warmly, then hesitates. "Are you alright though? you seemed pretty stressed yesterday."


　　I take a sip of my tea, don't find it necessary to answer it for a moment then i looked up at him, my face dead serious.


　　"How many times," I ask slowly "Do I need to tell you that I'm not alright, Elmond?"


　　His face goes slack for a moment, then his features contort in worry. i can't help myself


　　I burst out laughing. "I'm amazing, remember?"


　　Realization dawns to him, and he gives me an irritated look. I force myself to stop laughing, but the grin on my face doesn't fall.


　　"Seriously, I'm okay." I say with a chuckle.


　　"Do you," he hesitates again, looks at me with skeptical eyes. "Do you remember what happened there? In the closet?"


　　I furrow my brows. Why does everyone keep asking that?


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