"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 don't remember asking you for advice," My voice cuts through hers like a blade.


　　From my peripheral, I see her swallow before she bows. "Y-Yes, Alpha."


　　She scurries away, I turn the handle and step inside the room. As I close the door behind, the scent of gardenia flowers and rain wraps around me like a comforting blanket, soothing every worry and exhaustion.


　　The room really does show it was the residence of a ruler of the Lycan race. The canopy ceiling high above the walls, the massive windows on the east wall, the white silk curtains hanging over them, the white settle and sofa in one corner all scream royalty.


　　I walk towards the king sized, the chair I'd put by its side still in its place. My eyes fall on the girl asleep under the sheet, her honey hair spiraled on the while pillows.


CHAPTER 88