The Pack's Royal Doctor; 3-time Rejected Omega Novels & Stories

As I was lost in thought, the doctor from the Red Claw Pack suddenly dropped to his knees, shocking both me and Nate. “Doctor, what are you doing?” I reached out to help him get back to his feet, but he shook his head and grabbed onto my hands tightly. “Alpha Charlotte, please come with us to the Red Claw Pack. Please help me. I don't want to be an Omega. Being a doctor is my life purpose. I can't be an Omega!” he begged me with tears streaming down his face. I knew he was scared of losing his life purpose. But... “Please, Alpha Charlotte. I really don't want to be an Omega. They will abuse me my whole life if that happens,” the doctor started sobbing.

Especially when it comes to royalty, the people believe that whoever the mate is should be as it’s a sign from the Moon Goddess. “You will never be my mate!” His words are shouted, and he leans in closer. “I, Prince Stefan of the Darksun Pack, rejected you, wolfless, Harlyn Richmose of the Darkmore Pack,” he declares. I watch as he opens the door. “You do not tell anyone about this, ever. We were never mates. I was never your mate, Wretch. Believe me, you don’t want anyone else to know!” He shouts his words at me. He can’t possibly mean that! “Your Highness if…” His hand clamps over my mouth and silences me.

"Well, there had been some talk about patients disappearing. Carm filled me in that your pack is doing trials that could help cure many weaker wolves. I was interested in knowing more." "I bet you were interested in many things concerning the Doctor." Damien spoke under his breath. My lips slightly curled up as he kept his eyes on me. Ryker grunted at us, becoming annoyed, but I didn't care. "So, tell me, what do you think of these trials and the Doctor then?" The King asked. Ryker turned his attention back to the King. "I find both subjects very... intriguing." "I bet. That Carm is quite a beauty. It's a shame she is nothing but an omega." The King added.

Alpha Dante's stern gaze met mine as he stretched the suspension letter towards me, a silent confirmation of his decision. I couldn't allow myself to accept defeat without a fight. "Alpha Dante, please," I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation. "I know I made a grave mistake, but I am willing to make amends. Please reconsider." Alpha Dante's expression remained unyielding, his tone firm. "Danciana, my pack members are my utmost priority. If you cannot dedicate even a fraction of your time to attend to critical conditions within the pack, then you are not qualified to hold the position of the Pack's doctor."

I didn't obey the instinct to want to stay here, even though I was deeply in love with him. “Hey, you.” I heard a voice say as I arrived at the bus stop. Then I recognised him, it was my big brother and alpha of the pack. He stood there in his human form trying to hide his wolf nature. It was impossible not to recognise him, for he had rejected me as Omega, cast me out, and almost condemned me to death. “You... What do you want from me?” I asked with tears in my eyes, I was afraid, remembering the phase when I was expelled.

My wolf was usually a docile being at the back of my mind due to my status as an Omega, but on rare occasions she made her aura wellknown. He took a step in, letting the door close with a thud. He grabbed a clipboard that was tucked inside his white jacket, taking a seat across from my spot on the hospital bench. "My name's Doctor Noah Stone, I'll be your assigned pack doctor for the rest of your stay here in the Imperious Pack. I have a few protocol questions to ask you, along with a simple check up and then you can be off to enjoy your day. Sound good?" I had the urge to laugh at his comment about enjoying my day. Oh, buddy, the only thing I'll be enjoying doing today is staring at a blank

I stumbled dangerously and stopped only when my back came in contact with the marbled kitchen counter. "Aww" a silent moan escaped my lips due to the sharp throbbing pain inflicted by the marbled edge. Wait a minute, what beta Diana is saying is true…how did I manage to reject an Alpha, it was a rare occurrence within any pack and if not mistaken, I was the first omega to do so in our pack. It clicked within me that only one in a thousand Omegas has ever rejected an Alpha. Oh shit! I sighed.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s just a dream.” I swallowed shakily. Yes, it was a dream. One that had haunted me ever since I got my first mate and has never left. Before my mates, it had always been me on a throne in a shaking room. Then the first rejection came and brought a wolf, then the second, and third. And now the alpha king. “Are you okay? How are you feeling now?” I looked at the source of the voice and saw the pack doctor. Her hair was packed in a messy bun, dark circles under her eyes as she walked towards me with a glass of water in her hands.

And that drew me to her all the more. I wasn’t going to rest until I made her mine. My wolf stirred in agreement. Footsteps approached behind me. I turned just as the disgraced doctor reappeared. His coat was straightened now, his spine stiff, as if he could pretend the last twenty minutes hadn’t happened. “My Alpha” he said with a bow “I must warn you against that worthless omega, she’s dangerous,” he continued. “You shouldn’t trust her, anyone that can disregard a head doctors word cannot be trusted."

And their king was the deadliest of them all. One of the elders, old Mara, spoke up in a cracked voice. “The girl’s mother was a Silver Omega. Blood like that… the King might claim her himself.” Claim her. The words landed like stones in Elara’s gut. Mira snarled. “Or he’ll reject her the moment he smells weakness. Everyone knows Draven has no intention of taking a mate. He thinks bonds make you vulnerable.” Garrick sighed. “That may be. But even a rejected Omega from our pack would satisfy the tribute demand. The debt would be forgiven. We would survive.”