"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

　　A small laugh escapes her as she walks over to my desk. "Have I really made my impression as someone who always argues?"


　　I hold back a smile. "Pretty much, yes."


　　Hazel narrows her eyes at me, but the gleam in them doesn't go unnoticed by me.


　　"Hilarious," She says sarcastically, before handing me the HQ file from my table. "Come on."


　　"Where?" I stand from my place as she turns to the door, the ceremony details file still in her hands.


　　"Back to our room," She motions me to follow, my feet comply before I can think better of it. "We can work there."


　　She grins at me. That bright, enthusiastic grin that can lighten my mood in just about any situation.


　　"We're partners, remember?" She bumps her arm against mine. "If one of us is working, the other has to as well."


　　"But you just woke up this morning," I state as she opens the door to our room. "You should be resting."


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