"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

　　Realization hits me like a brick in the face.


　　"You should have just let me die," I choke out, holding my head in my hands, blocking out most of his emotions.


　　A low growl reaches my ears. "Don't say that again."


　　I snap my eyes to him, my own blurry with tears of frustration and anger.


　　"Wasn't this what we had fought?" I demand. "What about all your promises Sebastian?Were they for nothing?"


　　Tears race down my cheeks, but I don't move my steely eyes from his unreadable face. Sebastian leans forward and brushes the tears away from my cheeks. I hate myself for wanting to give in to his touch. I hate that its effect on me is only stronger now.


　　"You said you love me." He says softly.


　　I push his hand away. "I was dying. People say stupid stuff when they're dying..."


　　I sense the tension in his frame, the storm in his eyes ready to devour me whole.


CHAPTER 90