The Alpha's Unwanted Omega Medicine

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For three years, I was Alpha Kaelen's secret. My touch was the only cure for the silver-poison curse that wracked his body with agony, and he promised that if he hadn't found his fated mate by my twenty-fifth birthday, he would choose me. On my twenty-fifth birthday, he brought home another woman. He demanded the key to his penthouse back and tossed a limitless credit card on the bed. "This is for your service," he said coldly. His new love, Lila, was a master manipulator. When she framed me for kidnapping her, Kaelen nearly drowned my sick mother in a swamp to force a confession out of me. When she framed me again for pushing her grandmother, he slapped me in front of the entire pack and demanded I kneel. I couldn't understand how the man who once protected me could become my greatest tormentor, blinded by a conniving she-wolf. The final straw came when his curse flared up. He tried to force himself on me, only to accuse me of trying to trap him when Lila walked in. That day, I severed our bond and left for a rival pack, where my childhood friend-my fated second-chance mate-had just woken from a six-year coma.

Betrayal Revenge Alpha Werewolf Second chance

Chapter 20

Yesterday 21:32

Chapter 1

On my twenty-fifth birthday, he brought home another woman. He demanded the key to his penthouse back and tossed a limitless credit card on the bed.

"This is for your service," he said coldly.

His new love, Lila, was a master manipulator. When she framed me for kidnapping her, Kaelen nearly drowned my sick mother in a swamp to force a confession out of me. When she framed me again for pushing her grandmother, he slapped me in front of the entire pack and demanded I kneel.

I couldn't understand how the man who once protected me could become my greatest tormentor, blinded by a conniving she-wolf.

The final straw came when his curse flared up. He tried to force himself on me, only to accuse me of trying to trap him when Lila walked in. That day, I severed our bond and left for a rival pack, where my childhood friend-my fated second-chance mate-had just woken from a six-year coma.

Chapter 1

Seraphina's POV:

The air in the penthouse was thick with the lingering scent of our bodies and the cold promise of a storm outside. I lay on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, my skin still tingling where his hands had been. The familiar scent of him-pine after a thunderstorm, rich, dark earth, and something wild that belonged only to him-clung to me, a perfume I had once believed was a sign of destiny.

Alpha Kaelen stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a silhouette against the glittering city lights. For three years, I had been his secret, the only cure for the silver-poison curse that periodically wracked his body with agony. My touch was his medicine. The curse was quiet now, sated. But the relief in his posture was overshadowed by a chilling distance.

"Get your keys," he said, his voice flat, devoid of the passion that had consumed him moments ago.

I sat up, pulling the sheet over my chest. "Kaelen?"

He turned, his grey eyes, usually the color of a stormy sky, were now like chips of ice. "The key to this apartment. The one I gave you. I want it back."

A cold dread seeped into my bones, heavier than the rain lashing against the glass. "What are you talking about? Our agreement..."

"The agreement is over, Seraphina," he cut in sharply. "Our three years are up."

He walked over to the dresser and picked up his wallet, his movements precise and detached. He didn't look at me. He couldn't even look at me.

"I've decided to pursue Lila," he stated, as if discussing a business merger. "I'll be announcing her as my chosen mate, my future Luna, at the next full moon ceremony."

Lila. The name was a bitter taste in my mouth. A new she-wolf in the pack, barely nineteen, with wide, innocent eyes that I now realized held a cunning ambition.

"Take all your things with you when you leave," he continued, his voice cold enough to freeze the blood in my veins. "I don't want Lila to find anything of yours here. It would displease her." He pulled a sleek black card from his wallet and tossed it onto the bed. It landed softly on the silk beside my trembling hand. "This is for your service. There's no limit."

Service. Three years of being his comfort, his medicine, his secret solace... and he called it service.

He finally looked at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before they hardened again. "You're twenty-five now. You should find a decent Warrior to settle down with. Have some pups. It's what Omegas are good for." He gestured vaguely at the small vase on my nightstand, where a single, delicate Moonpetal flower sat. "And get rid of that. Lila prefers Bloodroses. Their scent is strong, fitting for a Luna. Not like this weak Omega nonsense."

My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. I remembered the beginning, three years ago. He'd been poisoned by a silver blade in a territorial battle, and in a haze of pain, found that my touch was the only thing that could soothe the curse. He'd promised me then, his voice raw with desperation, that if he hadn't found his 'true' mate by the time I turned twenty-five, he would consider marking me.

I was so naive. I thought it was the Moon Goddess giving us a chance. I later learned the truth: I was just a tool, a walking, breathing antidote to his pain.

The pain had become a convenient excuse. Six months ago, when Lila arrived, he became enthralled. He started pushing me away, preferring to endure the curse's torment while clutching a handkerchief she'd dropped, inhaling her scent rather than letting me touch him.

A soft chime echoed in my mind, a gentle mental nudge. It was my mother. The Mind-Link, our pack's way of speaking heart-to-heart, mind-to-mind, was a comfort I desperately needed.

"Seraphina? Are you okay, my sweet girl? I have news."

Her mental voice was warm, a stark contrast to the icy room.

"What is it, Mom?" I sent back, trying to keep the tremor out of my thoughts.

"It's Elias. Elias from the Silverwood Pack. He's woken up! After six long years, the Moon Goddess has brought him back to us."

Elias. My childhood friend. The kind, gentle Alpha from the neighboring pack who had been put into a magical coma fighting Rogues to protect his land. A warmth spread through my chest, a tiny spark in the crushing darkness.

This was it. A sign. A way out.

"Mom," I sent, my resolve hardening. "Kaelen... he ended things. He's chosen someone else. I'm coming home. We're leaving. As soon as I get my adulthood certificate from the pack, we'll go to the Silverwood Pack. We'll be safe there."

I didn't wait for her reply. I got dressed, my movements stiff, and packed my few belongings into a small suitcase. I left the black card on the pristine white sheets. I didn't want his money. I didn't want anything from him ever again.

Dragging my suitcase, I made my way to the private elevator. As the doors slid open on the ground floor, my heart stopped. Kaelen was walking through the lobby, his arm wrapped possessively around Lila's waist. She looked up at him with adoring eyes.

They saw me. Kaelen's face tightened. "She's just one of the Omega servants," he said to Lila, his voice loud enough for me to hear. "I've just dismissed her."

Lila's sweet smile turned into a smirk. She walked towards me, her hips swaying. "Oh, you poor thing," she cooed, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "It must be so hard to be let go." As she passed, she deliberately slammed her shoulder into me.

The impact sent me stumbling. The one precious item I clutched in my hands, a crystal sculpture called the 'Tear of the Moon Goddess'-an award for my dancing, a symbol of my highest honor in the pack-slipped from my grasp.

It hit the polished marble floor and shattered into a thousand glittering pieces.

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