"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

　　My shoes make a rhythmic thud on the polished wooden floor as I turn to my newly acquired office. Everything is in perfect order, a large L-shaped desk in the center, a high back chair behind it. shelves line the walls, the windows on the east wall light up the place.


　　I take my place behind the desk and pick up the file I'd put their last night— or early morning, sleep has been miles away from me.


　　Twenty Alphas had participated, seven have made it back. After reaching the mansion, I had a witch lift off the spell from the competitor's wolves and the forest, officially declaring that the Hunt was over. The last team reached here yesterday.


　　The packs of the deceased Alphas will have to be adjusted under other's authority, if they don't have another of the Alpha bloodline to take the role.


　　As I leaf through the file, the accommodations storing in my memory with singular glances, the door knocks.


CHAPTER 87