Novel & Cerita The Pack's Royal Doctor; 3-time Rejected Omega

“I get that the woman you’ve chosen is beautiful, but is she worth dying for, Ryan? I thought you were smarter than to defy me, yet here you are, trying to protect this little Omega.” Her words sting with a bitter edge. As an Omega, I am the lowest in my pack hierarchy. And yet, Ryan has chosen me. Despite his mother’s cruel taunts, I can’t help but feel a surge of pride Stepping forward bravely, I square my shoulders and meet her icy gaze.” Release him,” I demand, trying to keep my voice steady. “Your fight is with me.”

It had a comforting ring to it and felt right. I let out the last of the tension I was harbouring as I took in the man before me. His brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes shone warmly in the afternoon sun from my office window. He had a strong jaw that was covered in what the magazines called "designer" stubble. His shoulders were wide and broad and his muscles strained beneath the leather jacket he was wearing. It was clear he was a big man who trained alot. He was tall that was easy to tell despite his seated position but most wolf shifters were tall according to my minimal research. He had said he was a Beta which again from the little information the werewolf doctor in my sons special

~ * ~ Alpha Aaron An annoying knock on my office had me looking up from the Matinder webpage on my computer to the door. “What?” I growled. The door opened ajar. “Al-Alpha, the doctor insists on talking to you,” a small female voice said without revealing her face. One of the useless omegas. “If it’s about Julia, the doctor is wasting her time,” I barked. Julia was playing me for weeks, promises, kisses, but didn’t spread her legs for me like a good she-wolf. With the Royal Pack officers here, I couldn’t be as forceful as I wished. If they were that wary because I used my Omegas, convincing Julia might be a problem.

“When has it ever been anything else?” The pack doctor is a former shaman, a witch of the old order who left the council after an affair with a wolf and a pyromaniac. She lives in the hollowed trunk of an ancient sycamore, her “office” stinking of sage and antiseptic and wolf musk. Elena has been here before, but never as supplicant. She brings all three alphas, the doctor’s orders. Bloodlines must be kept, even in the chaos of their reign; paternity will matter to someone, eventually.

High Priestess Nyra stood near a pillar, robes shadowed, face hard. Further back, half swallowed by dimness, leaned Kael—arms folded, shoulder to a column, like a wolf resting between kills. “Explain,” Rowan said to Lucian, voice like a drawn blade. “The Moon names you an omega, and you defy Her in front of the entire pack.” Lucian’s jaw clenched. “You expect me to bind myself—and this kingdom—to an omega? The packs would revolt. Our allies would laugh. She nearly dropped where she stood. How can an omega carry this realm?”

When Fred bided his farewell saying how painfully it is he has to leave, my prayer got answered. Soon as he was out of the door I slumped to the floor and covered my face as I cried. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let her go. I wouldn’t have betrayed her or caused her pain. I made a call to my Beta and he picked up almost immediately. “Jason, listen up. I need you to find Rowena for me real quick.” I instructed. “I… Wait, are you being serious, Alpha Sèbastien? You rejected her and sold her off to another pack just in case you’ve forgotten. You shouldn’t be seeking her out now. I mean, how do we even find her?”

I felt a sharp blade graze my neck, one of his guards had moved behind me, ready to strike. "N-no, sir," I stammered. "I haven’t shifted yet." Disgust filled his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and began to laugh like a madman. "Is this a joke? I am Calhoun Northman, the Demon Wolf, the Great Conqueror! And I am mated to this… pathetic omega?" Nearby, Derrick looked up in shock. Only a short time ago, Derrick had realized I was his fated mate and rejected me instantly. Now, he just kept his head down, too afraid to say a word.

"I reject you as my mate, Aurora Hale." His words echoed in my mind, each syllable a knife twisting in my heart. My wolf, usually so quiet, whimpered continuously, a sound I couldn't silence no matter how I tried. News had spread through the pack like wildfire. From my window, I'd watched groups gather throughout the evening, heads bent together in eager discussion. Even with my enhanced hearing, I'd only caught fragments: "an omega as Luna" "Alpha rejected her in front of everyone" "James Hale's daughter, the traitor’s family"

"You made the choice that secured your future. Don't second-guess yourself now." "I know what I did." "Good. Then you understand that the omega belongs to this pack now. His previous life, his connections, his feelings—none of that matters anymore. What matters is what he can provide for us." Dr. Thorne enters without knocking, his medical bag in hand. He's been our pack physician for decades, loyal and discreet. "My lord," he says with a slight bow. "The morning collection is complete. The omega is resting." "Excellent." I make a note in the ledger. "His condition?"

Heads turned and the queue of pack members shifted uneasily, their smiles faltering. A tall man with broad shoulders pushed through the crowd, his boots striking hard against the packed dirt. His eyes gleamed with scorn as they fixed squarely on Becca. “That girl—” he jabbed a finger toward Becca, who had instinctively taken a step back— “is a stain on the Blackwood pack. No matter how many herbs she hands out, she cannot wash away what she is. A rejected omega, unwanted and unworthy of the Alpha’s side!” Gasps rippled through the gathering. The crowd stiffened, some lowering their gazes, others watching with wide eyes.