His Defiant Omega: Healing the Cursed Alpha

Chapter 2

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Every muscle in my body went taut, like

ant faces, all focused on th

forgotten corner of the hall, as if

e said, drawing out the words with theatrical cruelty, "I propose we

ell M

t pond. Gasps echoed through the hall. The

e cripple

o. They say the silver poison

o cruel. This is a f

mind raced, pulling up the informat

d of War." Three years ago, during a battle with Rogues, he was struck by a silver-laced weapon. S

a living dead ma

on my face. His smile deepened. "A country Omega fo

nsult, aimed not just at me,

ction in the most vicious way possible, shoving me in

ph, and the emotion that rose in me wasn

it to Kaelen, or be throw

iving dead man was far more manageable than a prince who could crush me at

cision. It

eak down and beg, I smiled. A

he Alpha King on the throne. He had

gh the silent hall. "I would rather be the sole mate of a paralyz

The hall fell into a stunne

magined I would accept his insult, let

philanderer while elevating the

purple. He pointed at me, sput

the Alpha King, waiting for his judgme

udied me for a long moment, so long I though

oice a low, authoritativ

icker of displeasure in his eyes.

ace. The outcome was what he wanted, even if the path was twi

moment, Davina Ramsey is to be paired with Hartwell Monroe. Th

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His Defiant Omega: Healing the Cursed Alpha

Charlene Werewolf

“Three days after waking up in this twisted fantasy world, I found myself standing in a grand hall, trapped in the body of an abandoned Omega. The Elder announced I was being sold off by my foster father to be a mere concubine-a "secondary mate"-to the arrogant Crown Prince Kaelen. I publicly refused, citing the kingdom's consent laws. Kaelen's pride was shattered, and in a fit of malicious revenge, he proposed a fate worse than death. He convinced the Alpha King to marry me off to his uncle, Hartwell Monroe. Hartwell was a former war god paralyzed by silver poison, abandoned by the royal family, and widely considered a living corpse. I was thrown into a black carriage with nothing but a pathetic pouch of coins, sent to rot in a decaying manor with a crippled outcast. The nobles looked at me with pity and mockery, waiting for me to break down and beg. They thought they were sending a helpless country Omega to her doom, treating me like a sacrificial lamb to be crushed under their absolute power. But they didn't know I was originally a top-tier military surgeon from the 22nd century. As I touched the antique ring on my finger in the dark carriage, my futuristic, fully-stocked medical space awakened with me. A paralyzed Alpha wasn't a death sentence; he was my perfect patient. Standing before the broken war god, I didn't cry. I simply smiled. "We can form a strategic alliance." This wasn't my grave. This was my chance to strike back.”