His Battered Omega

"Leah! Are you paying attention to what I'm teaching you?" Leah returned her eyes to Richelle, her instructor about medicine. It felt as though something resonated in her ear as she scolded her.

She heard her heart was weakening. Even though Richelle tried to hide it, she could tell by how her wrist pulsed that it was diminishing.

She sensed this when she was younger— a unique ability to detect someone's disease, but everything was irrelevant because she was merely an omega. She knew they would throw this skill she had.

When she noticed the wandering man, she immediately shifted her gaze to him. Her demeanor instantly became alive as her heart beat faster like a rabbit that wanted to hide.

It's Amoux Sergio, the son of the Lycan king.

He walked with Hector Sergio, his father, upright, not looking back, and his face was devoid of emotion. His expression indicates that he does not need to take action since everyone will kneel before him.

Her heartbeat rose, even more, battling to jump out of her heart as the father-and-son reached their spot.

Her companions bowed, but it felt like lightning had struck her because she just stared at him.

"Oh! Pardon this child, Lycan," Richelle hysterically bent her head as her eyes finally met with the man next to the Lycan.

The Lycan nodded at what Leah did before he talked to Richelle again, "How are the medicines you're making?"

The wolves got intimidated by the two Lycans. Each wolf gulped, including Leah, because the two men had no scent to identify them.

The Lycan no longer pays attention to Leah. However, even with her head down, she painlessly gives her best to peek into Amoux's face— trying to memorize every corner of his features.

She knows this is the only way she can love this man.

She shook her head to shoo away her sentiments.

To be honest, she has no home. She has only been visiting the Nightwalker pack for three months and is grateful that the Lycan hasn't driven her away. However, he does not stop his lower-level wolves from mocking or harming her. She's been wanting to study more about the many sorts of illnesses a werewolf can have, and she's not ready to leave this territory yet.

She can't fight them since she's only fifteen years old and hasn't gone through the puberty of a wolf.

She sighed for the second time, like a problematic person who carries the problem of the whole world, thinking that perhaps this is her destiny.

"They're doing well, Lycan. When we make them ideal for an extended period, there is no risk that the wolves will instantly restore their vitality anytime they desire to fight the rouges," Richelle still bowed as she explained.

Leah's cheeks flushed as Amoux didn't take his eyes away from her. Because his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, she bent her head further.

When Hector reacted, Richelle released a grip on her head, indicating that Lycan and his son were leaving. Nonetheless, before they could do so, Amoux interrupted Hector— much to everyone's surprise.

"Why is there an omega poppycock here?" he asked.

Leah flinched; she didn't expect that he would notice her in such a negative way. There's a sharp knife that cuts her heart because she dreams of it... to be seen by him, but not in this way.

She looked up, blinking up and downwards, praying to the Moon Goddess that maybe she could stop this water mist in the corner of her eyes.

When she returned to her demeanor, she threw back Amoux's ice-cold glare.

"Excuse me for coming here unexpectedly without your permission, but shouldn't the Lycan be the first to ask because he hasn't yet given you his place?" She smirked, which made Amoux get into a bad mood.

"You are still a Nightwalker member who must join the hunt against rogues and other wolves forming new packs."

Leah didn't hesitate because she was used to other wolves abusing her, and it wouldn't be surprising if he hit her right now.