"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 watch with my hands in my pockets, a soft smile playing at my lips as she breaks ina fit of giggles, dandelion fuzz covering her clothes and hair.


　　She takes another round of the field, probably only for the sake of it, before she walks over to me, a wide grin on her face.


　　"That was so awesome!" She says, gesturing animatedly with her hands.


　　"Good," I nod. "That means you're done here. We can go back to important things now."


　　"What?" her eyes widen in alarm. "So soon?"


　　I cock an eyebrow. "It's been ten minutes."


　　"Come on, Sebastian," she gives me a look, puffing up her cheeks. "This isn't fair, I want to stay for a bit longer!"


　　I keep my gaze locked on hers, Hazel doesn't back down. Stubborn as always.


　　I raise my hand, her eyes follow its movement as I bring it near her face. Then I flick her forehead. Hazel loses her balance and falls back, a puff of dandelion fuzz rises up as she falls, blinking in confusion.


CHAPTER 80