"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 hear Sebastian curse under his breath. He throws his revolver at me, I barely catch it when he lifts me over his shoulder.


　　"Shoot, Hazel!" Sebastian says, already sprinting ahead.


　　Clenching his revolver in one hand, I use it to brace myself on his shoulder to stay straight and with my own one, I aim.


　　One, two, three down. A dozen more to go.


　　"I won't be able to shoot all of them," I say, switching revolvers.


　　I take aim again and pull the trigger, it misses, but the wolf stumbles back and right into a hole, a howl echoes in the gunpowder thick air.


　　"I don't think they know the exact path," I say to Sebastian, shooting another wolf. "Can you guess where the most traps are?"


　　He doesn't answer for a moment, the takes a sharp turn to the left.


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