His Defiant Omega: Healing the Cursed Alpha

Chapter 3

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lead shroud. The tense atmosphere in the h

new mix of pity and the morbid ex

hant hiss only I could hear. "Congratulations,

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ch clench, but I just stared at

his disgusting ego. I chose to mee

ing out a small huff before turning on his heel and

dispersed in small groups, still

center of the vast hall, an aba

rag me straight to that crippled Alpha's manor? Wo

She was an Omega girl from the countryside

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he formal attire of a royal attendant.

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King's Command: Davina Ramsey is to depart immediately for Blackwood Man

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anded me a small, lumpy cloth pouch. "

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rance. "The carriage is waiting. Plea

held the crushing weight of ab

y arm, her bo

ilded, treacherous hall, then

uint. A plain, black carriage stood at the botto

flowers, no blessings. Only a c

d down the steps, each one fee

e the legendary

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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.”