The Alpha King's Hidden Defiant Omega

Chapter 4

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e broken wooden wolf were clutched in my hand, the rough edges digging into my palm. I did

staff. He stood beside a black SUV built like an armored tank. The oppressive aura of

dow. "What is it?" I

tone as precise as a machine,

portant Pack mission? Or is he just taking a break from his ne

cess to the Pack's inner circle, destroying my chances of finding out w

h and obedient as I unbuckled my se

filled with the suffocating scent of Harden's cedar and storm. We dr

nthouse felt like the pu

t was the cherry-red tip of a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He looke

his voice echoing in

im but stopped a

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d, then he

ingers to reveal the broke

oice flat. I refused to le

nearby fireplace. The flames licked up, consuming the wood in an

finally said. "For three

do you

r-of-fact. "An apartment downtown? A new car? A promotion f

yone in the world had a price tag. He thought he could buy away his guilt f

aze. My eyes were clear, sensible, an

genuine surprise-of confusion-crossed his golden eyes. He had clearly expected

cing in his eyes. "You know, if you throw a tantrum, cry a little.

ssion that pierced right through his

played with Omegas, but they never brought them home. For a nobod

itate him profoundly. In his world, everyone wanted something. My refusal to

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The Alpha King's Hidden Defiant Omega

Yue Manshuang Werewolf

“I am an Omega doctor, secretly kept as a pliant plaything by the Alpha King, Harden Clark. I endured the humiliation of the shadows, watching him parade around with his powerful Alpha bride-to-be, just to survive in this carnivorous Pack. When he left town for a three-month mission, I thought I finally had room to breathe. But his sister leaked a venomous post on our hospital's internal forum, exposing my deepest secret. The post painted me as a conniving Omega who seduced the Alpha King and was now preying on my newest patient, a high-ranking Beta warrior named Dawson Abbott. Suddenly, I was the target of everyone's disgust. A violent mob of Rogues stormed the hospital lobby, surrounding me, hurling obscenities and screaming that I was a shameless disgrace to our kind. Harden had promised his assistant would ensure I wasn't harassed, yet here I was, fed to the wolves by his own family. He always protected his precious reputation, never my dignity. Why should I keep suffering in silence for a man who only saw me as a cheap secret? Looking at the hateful crowd, my patience completely vanished, and I decided I was done hiding. Just as I was about to publicly admit the truth, Dawson pushed through the mob in his wheelchair. His icy gray eyes swept the terrified Rogues before locking onto me. "Doctor," he commanded, his voice echoing in the silent lobby. "You're pushing my wheelchair. We're going for a walk."”