His Omega Doctor

"Leah! Are you paying attention to what I'm teaching you?" Leah returned her eyes to Richelle, her instructor about medicine. It felt as though something resonated in her ear as she scolded her.

She heard her heart was weakening. Even though Richelle tried to hide it, she could tell by how her wrist pulsed that it was diminishing.

She sensed this when she was younger- a unique ability to detect someone's disease, but everything was irrelevant because she was merely an omega. She knew they would throw this skill she had.

When she noticed the wandering man, she immediately shifted her gaze to him. Her demeanor instantly became alive as her heart beat faster like a rabbit that wanted to hide.

It's Amoux Sergio, the son of the Lycan king.

He walked with Hector Sergio, his father, upright, not looking back, and his face was devoid of emotion. His expression indicates that he does not need to take action since everyone will kneel before him.

Her heartbeat rose, even more, battling to jump out of her heart as the father-and-son reached their spot.

Her companions bowed, but it felt like lightning had struck her because she just stared at him.

"Oh! Pardon this child, Lycan," Richelle hysterically bent her head as her eyes finally met with the man next to the Lycan.

The Lycan nodded at what Leah did before he talked to Richelle again, "How are the medicines you're making?"

The wolves got intimidated by the two Lycans. Each wolf gulped, including Leah, because the two men had no scent to identify them.

The Lycan no longer pays attention to Leah. However, even with her head down, she painlessly gives her best to peek into Amoux's face- trying to memorize every corner of his features.

She knows this is the only way she can love this man.

She shook her head to shoo away her sentiments.

To be honest, she has no home. She has only been visiting the Nightwalker pack for three months and is grateful that the Lycan hasn't driven her away. However, he does not stop his lower-level wolves from mocking or harming her. She's been wanting to study more about the many sorts of illnesses a werewolf can have, and she's not ready to leave this territory yet.

She can't fight them since she's only fifteen years old and hasn't gone through the puberty of a wolf.

She sighed for the second time, like a problematic person who carries the problem of the whole world, thinking that perhaps this is her destiny.

"They're doing well, Lycan. When we make them ideal for an extended period, there is no risk that the wolves will instantly restore their vitality anytime they desire to fight the rouges," Richelle still bowed as she explained.

Leah's cheeks flushed as Amoux didn't take his eyes away from her. Because his eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, she bent her head further.

When Hector reacted, Richelle released a grip on her head, indicating that Lycan and his son were leaving. Nonetheless, before they could do so, Amoux interrupted Hector- much to everyone's surprise.

"Why is there an omega poppycock here?" he asked.

Leah flinched; she didn't expect that he would notice her in such a negative way. There's a sharp knife that cuts her heart because she dreams of it... to be seen by him, but not in this way.

She looked up, blinking up and downwards, praying to the Moon Goddess that maybe she could stop this water mist in the corner of her eyes.

When she returned to her demeanor, she threw back Amoux's ice-cold glare.

"Excuse me for coming here unexpectedly without your permission, but shouldn't the Lycan be the first to ask because he hasn't yet given you his place?" She smirked, which made Amoux get into a bad mood.

"You are still a Nightwalker member who must join the hunt against rogues and other wolves forming new packs."

Leah didn't hesitate because she was used to other wolves abusing her, and it wouldn't be surprising if he hit her right now.

The continuation of Leah's lines made Amoux show off his canines.

But Leah's face was filled with wonder and amazement rather than dread.

When Amoux was ready to intimidate her, he stopped as he realized that the woman wasn't terrified. He could see how her eyes sparkled.

He wants to do her harm, but he knows that it wouldn't do any good because he is the one who would inherit the throne, and he doesn't want to leave a wrong impression on others. So, he went with no choice but to change it back to normal.

On the other hand, Leah abruptly bent her head because she suddenly grasped how low she was in the eyes of the person she was arguing with.

When the Lycan turned around, Amoux straightened and resumed his stroll with his father.

But before he finally departed, he left a remake that only Leah could hear, "Nevermind. Whatever you do, you can't deny that you're still a waste and inferior to me, no matter what you strive for. An Omega who could not climb or even step at my level."

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Even though it had been years, that was the last time Leah saw him- the only lines she could ever forget, which still linger deep in her soul.

Yet, her feelings for him went on. Nothing has changed. If there is any... it is the feelings that became a fire that spread.

Until she reached the age of eighteen, the time had arrived for her to shapeshift. And who would have thought that he would be the one seeing her for the first time like that?

--3 years later--

Puberty. This is what I hate.

"Ahh...!"

Because of the intense agony she felt inside; she touched her face. She also tore the clothing because she was afraid her flesh might tear. She quickly tore her underpants, unsure where she got her physical strength. As she looked at her hand, the pain flowed into it, and it felt like her entire body was being stretched.

She knelt and clasped her palms. She seemed to be in the sun; every corner of her body was burning and scorching.

"G-God... Please help me!"

The ache in her face had returned, and her mouth was suddenly stretching. Her feet, too, appeared to be drifting away from her. Her bones are swelling and seem to be bursting through her skin.

"It... hurts..."

She pinned her right cheek to the floor, her backbones were strained, and her body hair had begun to show.

Everything now was drenched in sweat, yet all she could do was scream. The middle of her face and ears were the final parts of her body to lengthen.

When she finally noticed the difference in her appearance, she came to a complete halt-trying to grasp everything in her mind. She feels lost.

"Hmmnn." She whimpered and wiggled her tail.

She was about to run with her wolf form, but the door suddenly opened... revealing Amoux with his dark eyes and emanating sweet fragrance.

'Mate!' Her wolf purrs into her mind, causing her confusion.

'My mate!'

"Grrrr..." Leah let out a guttural grunt, not listening to her wolf.

It is more than impossible that she's Amoux's mate. She's not a she-wolf.

She turned to Amoux again and wanted to tell him not to come near her, but all he did was stare. Her whining and waning seemed like she was sorrowful and terrified.

She knows he doesn't want to see her gray hair, which denotes that she's of low rank and unfit to engage with him, along with her blue eyes, which signify that no matter how clever she is, she will always be inferior to him.

She lowered her body cautiously, wanting to communicate with him using her mind-link, but she was scared of him. She's afraid that Amoux still hates her, like years ago.

When she smelled something sweet, she knew there was something alive in her. She rose and moved her tail lights as she headed nearer to the source of the fragrance.

She stopped before Amoux and nuzzled his body when she understood where it emanated from.

However, Amoux put his hand on Leah's face to stop her from what she was doing. He wasn't angry because of what she did, but Leah feared he'd be mad at her again if she reverted to her normal form.

Thinking about that, Leah let out a short grumble at the top of her lungs, but Amoux didn't do anything to her. Instead, he touched the gray tone of her fur, and it was as if all the anguish she had been feeling had suddenly withered away.

Why is he caressing her in this way?

She is at her own house now, so she has no clue how he ended up there. It is already dark in the forest.

'Perhaps they are still looking for another pack and rogue?'

'Or maybe another werewolf he is with was gravely harmed again?' She was forced to convince herself. She doesn't want to make her hopes high.

Leah decided to move away from him, while Amoux just stopped and looked at her. She hadn't seen him in years, so she couldn't express how happy she was to see him again.

He never returned home to Nightwalker for a few years solely to denounce the rogue or the packs that intended to jeopardize their pack.

The Shadow pack, Moon pack, and Dark pack are the new packs that became their enemies--based on what she heard.

She whimpered again, conveying it through mind-linking, "You should leave... You can't see me like this."

She has a lot to say to him about how she has steadily improved her skills at mending the pack's wounds in the years since he had returned to Nightwalker. They had several drugs that were perfected before Richelle died.

Yet, how could she say that to him? They have never had any good conversations before... And yes, Richelle died just as she predicted, as she could hear her pulse dropping.

After she passed away, she never used her unique ability again. And the aggression of the other beta and alpha isn't all that awful anymore, but they still bully her a lot.

Richelle is no longer here to defend her against them, so she sometimes lets them say anything they want since she has become immune to it. But she will not let them hurt her again because her health is the most important thing right now. Nightwalker wolves and Lycans would die without her; she is their doctor now.

As he drew his fangs and tilted his head, she backed away. And because she's not used to this form yet, she accidentally struck the different stuff in her house.

She screamed to show him how terrified she was- to herself. When she looked up at the moon, she discovered it was not spherical. She backed away even further when Amoux's neck cracked.

She peered at the moon again because Amoux seemed to be shifting.

The werewolves and Lycans transform whenever the moon is full, and they forget who they are, so they hurt others.

She was able to breathe because the moon was not full. However, it is also believed that they shapeshift when triggered or become hyper.

Leah was about to hide under this intimidating man's eyes when a man called him.

"Prince! The Lycan is calling you-"

The man didn't finish his sentence, and she didn't witness what happened next. However, she quickly realized that the man who should have summoned him was terrified by Amoux's rapid shift.

He did it on purpose, and because he was over 20 now, he had a lot of control over it. Leah wasn't deathly afraid when she saw his figure, although he was quadrupled and more her size.

She is not afraid of his hazy red eyes, even though everyone thinks they're frightening when they shape-shift. She was not intimidated by his fuzzy bulk. It was the first time she had seen him in this shape, and instead of being scared, she found herself sinking further into the depths of her affection for him.

Amoux didn't look at the man but instead flashed his canines at Leah more as if to imply she should be fearful of him.

Leah wanted to return to her human form, touch his lethal claws, caress her with them, and tell him she wasn't scared of their sharpness, but she didn't do it. She was merely one of many who should have knelt before him.

As she noticed Amoux was still sane and wouldn't be aggressive, she felt her body calm down and slowly return to normal and shrink.

She had already closed her eyes, ready to fall to the floor, but before it happened, Amoux caught her body in less than a second and carried her back to bed.

It didn't occur to her that he would take her up and carry her to bed.

Her eyes started watering, and she felt drawn toward slumber. She didn't even notice Amoux staring at her nude body.

And when she finally noticed, her face was flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't even move a finger to cover her face or body.

Amoux's body was also back to normal, but she could still feel his rock chest.

'I had to give my body a practice run to perfect my wolf shift over the following three days. Help me, my wolf.' She tried to shove away her thoughts simply by thinking about this.

And when she felt her soft bed, she yawned but did not stir. She was in pain but kept her gaze fixed on his since she knew he was leaving.

Afraid it would be the last time they would meet again, she grabbed his hand. But she almost let him go and panicked to close her eyes because it seemed like ten wolves had attacked her body- she didn't know that puberty would be this painful.

However, thinking she should not be wasting time, she also let it go straight away.

"Can you not leave...?" she asked gently.

Amoux gulped many times, his scarlet eyes sparkled, and instead of responding, he elevated Leah's body, drew out his fangs, and got his face near the back of her neck.

Before everything turned black, Leah heard a loud, crisp chomp.

Leah awoke after feeling a kiss and a bite on her neck. The warm hands tickled her whole body. As she slowly opened her eyes, she saw Amoux again, smiling at her.

For the first time, he smiled as if nothing had transpired between them. As if the man didn't hate her to its core. She wants to stomp on his face and confront him about why he left for years. Leah knows she has no right to ask, but that is how she feels. The inferiority she felt to this man was great because he was a Prince, and she was just a peasant--- like heaven and ground that won't be able to meet.

When the tears started to form in her eyes, Amoux dragged her into the bathroom. Her thoughts appeared fully awake, and she couldn't feel exhausted.

As they stepped inside the bathroom, Leah didn't know how Amoux removed the covering from her body. The water flowed along with his palm, caressing her skin, giving her thousands of electricity and voltage.

His possessive knees were placed in the middle of her private part while kissing her. He put his tongue inside her mouth as they fought as if in a war. One of his hands traveled to her butt and groped them. The lady's face was already red because of what he was doing. She can already feel her n*pples harden.

After that, he leaned her against the cold wall. He played with her round chest without removing the kiss they were having.

"O-Oh. Ahh!" She couldn't speak between the tension and scorching agitation that embraced their bodies.

"Do you like this?" Amoux asked while twisting his two fingers around Leah's n*pples. She immediately closed her legs because she could feel something dripping from there.

"Y-yes. Haa. Amoux... Touch me more, embrace me more. My Lycan," she groaned and longed for every kiss and hold he held. She doesn't want to let go of anything that's happening right now. If this is another of her hundreds of dreams about him, she first wants to take advantage of this opportunity.

They were just starting, but her body was already on fire.

"Mmn..." She couldn't stop the low growl when he sucked her n*pple but withdrew his lips again. He even made a lollipop-like sound.

Perhaps because this was the first time she felt ecstasy, it was as if her body would explode with its extreme heat. Suddenly, he lifted her and had her legs wrapped around his torso. The water is getting warmer, so her body heat calms down. Nonetheless, Amoux still did not stop because he played with her other n*pple again, and she had no choice but to lean her head against the wall.

She's losing herself.

"Touch me more... Ahh.. Devour me. Don't stop claiming me, Amoux."

He knew so well that all the parts of her were weak.

Leah almost jumped, and her spirit woke up when he suddenly knelt, raising her body more. She wrapped her two legs to his neck, and he still wouldn't let her down. She yanked his hair when she felt his breath hitting the cut between her legs. It tickled her so much, but she could not say she hated it.

He knows the weak zones in her v*gina even though she herself does not know those. He knows her body better than she does.

"Hngh ... Yes. There. There." When Amoux started to lick and suck her hole, the voice she tried to forbid had now come out. Even though she knew she had a chance to fall, she still wouldn't stop moving her hips.

He opened her legs even more, but he did it slowly, fearing that she might fall. After minutes of sucking her cunt, he returned to her bed again. Probably, he was no longer comfortable in their position; Amoux laid her on the bed. The bed got wet because they hadn't wiped their bodies yet, but the coldness immediately hugged them.

Amoux lifted her two fingers, showing them to Leah. It made Leah nervous, but she knew she could not stop Amoux as she saw his glowing red eyes, ready to devour her whole.

"Mmmhh .." When Amoux inserted his two fingers, Leah covered her mouth. For her, it isn't very comfortable hearing her voice.

"I see. You seem to be enjoying this, don't you?" Amoux taunted. As he removed his fingers, her sticky liquid went through his finger. She averted her gaze out of shame. Now that Amoux is holding her, all of her pride in the body is gone.

With his claiming and possessive eyes, he stood up authoritatively. She looked at his manhood, which was now standing. Amoux measured it with his hand, and she swallowed when she saw how big it was.

"You need to relax; you know how big I am," he smirked.

Her cheeks blushed because of what he said. She's not a fool or naive not to see how big it is. She couldn't even imagine how that thing would fit inside her. There is no turning back. She's already here, and all she has to do is enjoy this situation.

Amoux has now grabbed her hips and is ready to penetrate the huge "soldier" he is holding. However, when he inserted the tip, Leah screamed in so much pain.

"Ahh! Fuck!" She seemed to be shattered immediately. She tightened her grip on Amoux arm, and he didn't move at first. He waited for her to adjust while her eyes were wide open. It's like she can't close her eyes because such a thing is now inside her.

"Just give me permission if I can move now–"

She didn't let him finish and replied, "You can move now."

When she said that, she had no idea it was like pulling the trigger because he was like a hungry animal that suddenly grabbed and banged her.