His Defiant Omega: Healing the Cursed Alpha

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.