His Defiant Omega: Healing the Cursed Alpha

Chapter 6

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well

had a rare fall of silver-white hair and eyes the

rod straight, like a sapling in a

she was f

offer false sympathy. Former comrades who came to gloat at my downfall. Spies sent b

poken to me like this. With an almost clinical, m

t nothing. But my mind reg

if she was forced? Once you enter this li

took a step forward. Rhys instinctively moved to blo

ne over Rhys's shoulder. "So, we

in my mind. What value did I, a para

rowled. "There are no deals

nough to signal Rhys to stand down. I wanted

ide, but his eyes remained

, the single word

umiliated you, and he humiliated me. The Queen and the

harassment for a while. You need a 'wife,' a shield to silence

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ming a slow, unconscious rhyt

ll stay here and play the part of your wife. In return, you provide me with shelter

her blue eyes, only cool analysis an

will contribute it to the manor's exp

the floor. He must have expect

e was like a negotiator, calmly

n Omega raised in the countryside

it was overshadowed by a feeling I h

n tossed into the sta

erms?"

eedom, and... non-interferenc

anding 'non-interference' fro

e wanted a partnership in name o

oposal had no downsides for me. A nominal

to the Autumnwater Wing. G

urprised, but he obe

k. She nodded at me, a silent

d followed Rhys ou

withered forest was the same, but my mo

msey. Int

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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.”