"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 pull away from him and stumble back. I'm shocked, I'm petrified, I'm frozen in time by the wrongness of this hour, this moment.


　　"That's not possible," I find my voice, a mere whisper.


　　"Why?" Sebastian closes the distance between us, his eyes searching my own.


　　"Tell me the reason, the problem and I will fix it..."


　　My face crumples. "This is against the law, against nature."


　　I close my eyes and turn away from him. I want to shut him out, shut my heart out, shut my mind out, shut out everything in this whole universe. Be numb, simply exist and be teleported to a time when everything's back to the way it should be.


　　Two familiar arms wrap around me from behind and pull me to a warm chest, holding me in an embrace that should not comfort me, but it does, it does and I hate it with every fiber of my being.


CHAPTER 78