"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 held up the piece of paper, running my eyes over the words. Satisfied with how it turned out, I folded it and put it in an envelope, tossing the envelope over a stack of others.


　　The lights lit up the office brightly even though it was pitch black outside. I picked up my pen again, going down to write another letter to one of the Alphas who hadn't participated in the Hunt.


　　I figured it'll be best if I just write them personally, keeping in mind the temperament of everyone I was writing to to accommodate packs.


　　Another one goes by, then another. After putting yet another letter in an envelope, I lean back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. My eyes stay closed even when my hand falls away.


　　Just a few more. Then maybe I can review that ceremony details folder. Then a quick glance at the New York HQ location...


　　Slowly, darkness closes in on my conscious, the silence of the office encouraging the natural shut down of my body.


CHAPTER 91