Jones' hollow brown eyes flash in my mind. I shake my head. Get a grip, Elizabeth. Whatever happened, happened.
"Being a royal doesn't mean you're going to be a good leader," Sebastian's deep voice brings me out of my thoughts. "Besides, the Royals held too much of their animalistic tendencies. Horribly short tempers, too aggressive, unbearably bossy. The list goes on forever."
"Sounds like you," I mutter to myself.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," I flash him a sweet smile. "But then, why this competition? Why not just vote for the Alpha Supreme?"
"This isn't just a bloody game, Hazel," Sebastian says, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes "It's a test. War strategies, survival skills, management and partnership. Whoever's the best at it will rightfully hold the authority over
