The Rejected Omega Healer: Beg Me to Save Your Alpha

"I'm sorry, but we received orders from above. You've been denied entry."

Brenda Sharpe, the border guard captain, gripped my suitcase with a deathgrip.

I stared at her coldly, then shifted my gaze to the man who had just been escorted onto the private VIP lane next to us.

"On what grounds does he get to skip the line while I, with a valid permit, am being kicked out?"

Brenda let out a mocking laugh.

"On the grounds that he is Julian Sterling, the Alpha heir of the Moon Shadow Pack! He said an Omega like you doesn't deserve to set foot on Moon Shadow territory. If he tells you to beat it, you beat it!"

Before I could say another word, several werewolf guards grabbed me and dragged me out of the security lane. I watched as the heavy iron gates slammed shut.

I almost laughed out loud at the absurdity.

That arrogant heir was dying of Wolfsbane poisoning.

And I was the top healer his family had spent the last three months begging on their knees to help. Today, I had finally agreed to come and save his life.

Since they wanted me gone, fine. I wasn't saving him anymore.

I dragged my suitcase out of the checkpoint lobby, one heavy step at a time.

Behind me, Julian’s lazy, mocking voice echoed. "A filthy Omega thinks she belongs in my territory? What a joke."

I didn't look back, but his words stung like a whip.

I walked to the curb, pulled out my phone, and dialed the Moon Shadow Pack's headquarters.

The moment the call connected, a barrage of angry questions blasted through the speaker.

"What is taking you so long?!"

"The entry window closed ages ago! I checked the arrivals list, and your name isn't even on it!"

It was Beta Finch. His voice was dripping with arrogance and irritation.

"The Moon Shadow Pack went through hell to hire you. We even wired you a massive deposit, and now you're playing hard to get? Who do you think you are, keeping us waiting?"

"If you weren't somewhat decent with herbs, do you honestly think an Omega like you would ever have the privilege of meeting Julian?"

I replied calmly, "If you want to know why I didn't cross the border, go ask your precious heir, Julian. He personally ordered the guards to throw me out."

There was a dead silence on the other end of the line for two seconds. Then, Beta Finch’s voice grew even more hostile.

"Listen to me, Evelyn. Julian's poisoning is critical. If you don't show up at the pack's healing pool before sunset, you will face the full wrath of the Moon Shadow Pack!"

"You took our money. If you try to back out now, I'll make sure you're blacklisted from every pack in North America!"

Click.

He hung up, leaving the dial tone buzzing in my ear.

My blood boiled. I dialed his number right back.

The second he picked up, Finch roared, "What now? Get your ass over here!"

"Don't bother," I said, my voice icecold. "I told you, Julian threw me out. Since he looks down on a 'filthy Omega,' I won't waste my time saving his life. Let him die."

With that, I hung up.

I opened my PayPal account, found the threemilliondollar deposit the Moon Shadow Pack had sent me, and refunded it instantly.

I attached a fourword note: Find someone else.

Three million dollars might be a fortune to others, but to me, it wasn't worth my dignity.

I then blocked every single contact number associated with the Moon Shadow Pack.

I let out a cold sneer.

Julian, your life is officially over.

I hailed a cab and headed straight back to my clinic.

This clinic wasn't affiliated with any pack; it belonged directly to the Werewolf Elders Council. After graduating from the Academy, I had landed a position here thanks to my rare talent in herbal medicine.

The moment I sat down at my desk, my phone started vibrating like crazy.

I answered, and Director Harold Vance’s voice erupted like a volcano.

"Evelyn Reed! What the hell did you do?!"

"The Moon Shadow Pack just called me! They claim you caused a public disturbance at the checkpoint and even tried to assault Julian!"

"The guard captain had to forcibly eject you to protect him! Instead of apologizing, you actually refunded their deposit?!"

I froze, then burst into a bitter laugh.

Brenda’s ability to twist the truth was truly a work of art.

Julian was the one who kicked me out, yet in her report, I was the violent instigator. And the Moon Shadow Pack was stupid enough to believe her without even checking the security cameras.

"Alpha Sterling himself called," Harold yelled. "You are to go to their territory immediately, get on your knees, beg Julian for forgiveness, and start the treatment!"

"If you refuse, you're fired!"

I didn't even bother arguing. I pulled out a blank sheet of paper, quickly scribbled a resignation letter, and walked straight upstairs to the director's office.

I pushed the door open. Harold was still clutching his phone, looking flustered.

Smack!

I slammed the resignation letter right onto his mahogany desk.

"You don't have to fire me. I quit."

Harold stared at the paper, his eyes wide. "Are you insane? You think quitting will protect you from them?"

I leaned over his desk, looking down at him.

"Director Vance, I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nice, long vacation."

"And if they want to blacklist me? Let them try."

I turned on my heel and walked out.

"Stop right there! Evelyn! Get back here!"

Harold’s useless, angry screams faded behind me as I left the building.

By my calculations, the timing was perfect.

Julian’s poisoning was being kept at bay solely by my specialized suppressants. Now that the medicine was gone, and he was out traveling in the wild borderlands...

The poison should be kicking in right about now.

Back at my apartment, I turned off my phone, drew the curtains, and slept like a baby.

The next morning, the moment I powered my phone on, it was flooded with missed calls from the Moon Shadow Pack.

Suddenly, a local, unknown number called.

I picked up, and the frantic voice of Brenda, the guard captain, came through. Her arrogant tone from yesterday was completely gone.

"Evelyn Reed! Please, you have to come back! Julian collapsed at the border! He’s spitting up black blood!"

"The border patrol has approved a VIP express pass for you! We have a private car waiting!"

I scoffed. "A VIP pass? Didn't Julian personally kick me out yesterday? What's the matter? Now you're begging me?"

"Cut the crap!" she shrieked, still trying to boss me around. "The Moon Shadow Pack is threatening my job! If I get fired because of you, I'll destroy you! Get over here right now!"

I hung up and blocked her number.

But less than thirty minutes later, a violent pounding shook my front door.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Along with the banging came a sharp, toxic smell.

"Evelyn Reed! You fraud! Get your ass out here!"

I threw the door open.

A bucket of thick, wet red paint was splashed all over my wooden door, dripping down the frame.

Brenda stood there, flanked by several burly werewolf guards in border patrol uniforms, looking furious.

The hallway was already crowded with nosy neighbors, whispering and pointing at me.

"Oh my god, she looked like such a nice girl. Who knew she was a killer doctor?"

"Exactly! They threw red paint at her door. She must have done something horrible!"

Hearing the gossip, Brenda smirked, feeling empowered.

"Look at her, everyone! This is the Omega!"

"She took a patient's money and then refused to treat him, leaving him to die!"

"Now she's hiding in her apartment like a coward! This criminal needs to be locked up!"

She looked wild, pushed to the brink by the Moon Shadow Pack. She was clearly trying to make me the scapegoat to save her own skin.

"You think you can hide? Even if I have to drag your corpse, you're coming with us!"

I stared at the red paint, ready to dial 911, when heavy footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Several large, blacksuited werewolf bodyguards pushed the gossiping neighbors aside.

Beta Finch walked up, looking down his nose at me.

Brenda rushed to him like a loyal dog. "Beta Finch! Look, I found her! She won't delay Julian’s treatment anymore!"

Finch didn't even spare her a glance. He walked straight up to me.

"Evelyn Reed, I assume you've thrown your little tantrum?"

He pulled out a black credit card, sliding it between his fingers.

"Six million dollars. Double the original price."

"Pack your bags and come with me. The Moon Shadow Pack is willing to overlook your little stunt."

I didn't even look at the card. Two words slipped past my lips.

"Not interested."

"Don't push your luck!" Finch’s face darkened instantly, his polite mask slipping off.

"Do you really think you can mess with the Moon Shadow Pack?"

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

"If you won't come willingly, I will have you bound and dragged to the healing pool. We have plenty of ways to make you cooperate."

"For instance... I believe your mother, Margaret, is currently staying at the Grey Oak Sanatorium?"

I froze.

My blood ran cold. Those bastards actually tracked down my mother!

"If you touch a single hair on her head, I will kill you," I hissed, my eyes glaring with pure rage.

"We will do whatever it takes to save our heir," Finch sneered, completely smug.

"Be smart, Evelyn. Pack your things."

"Otherwise, I guarantee your mother will be thrown out of that sanatorium and onto the freezing streets by noon!"

The bodyguards stepped forward, grabbing my arms.

Brenda giggled maliciously from the side. "Hear that? You thought you were so special. You really don't know when to quit, do you?"

Looking at their ugly faces, I suddenly laughed.

Finch frowned, irritated. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at how incredibly stupid you all are."

I stopped laughing and looked directly at Brenda.

"You think I'm just refusing to save Julian?"

"Even if I go right now, he's a dead man."

Finch’s face went pale. He grabbed me by my collar. "What do you mean?!"