His Defiant Omega: Healing the Cursed Alpha

Chapter 7

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or. The torches on the walls flickered, castin

ind me, her eyes dart

uld feel the wall of susp

ord Hartwell's illness,

his eyes cold. "The best healers in the kingdo

nsiveness and despair, as if m

aid calmly. "I have some k

n't be ridiculous. Your best bet is to stay quiet, pl

trust had to be earned

anor, one that seemed slightly cleane

ter Wing," Rhys said.

. "You will live here. Do not wander th

ning. I nodded to

about to leave, I r

," I

ack, his impa

eed to speak with Lord Hartwe

oyance, but he eventually l

same spot, a livin

gesture of good faith for our alliance, I would

hys stared at me as

the first time, a clear emotion surfa

you say?"

ds carefully. "I may not be able to cure you, but I might be

elt like he was trying to see into my soul. He

d, the two words a final

hy? Don't you wan

painful to watch than tears. "Get better? To live on like

destroyed his will. He didn't trust anyone,

a surgeon. I could mend the body, but I cou

commanded coldly, turning his

orted fro

h. But it passed quickly. Breaking through a patient's psychologic

e by the door. She wore a clean servant'

e, the housekeeper for this wing. The Lo

first person in this manor

espectful but rese

rl beside her. "This is Holly Tucke

e room while I sat by the window, my

made me realize just how long and diffic

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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.”