Alpha's Omega Bride

Priscilla's POV

{ Klein, Omega Village.... }

"Who's injured?" I stepped in and saw the doctors turn to look at me. They had serious expressions crossing their faces.

"Ah! Miss Yang, you're finally here," Dr. Neel stepped forward, sighing.

"I heard the urgent call so I came as fast as I could," I told him as I walked towards the patient's ward. "How come everyone is getting injured now and then? The numbers are gradually increasing.”

"It's nothing new. Omegas are always targeted like this, putting them into danger zones. This time it's Betas. They got into a fight again," Dr. Neel explained. "Betas are the second strongest after Alpha leaders. They hold more power. In the shifter world, Omegas couldn't win against them.”

My gaze locked onto the figures stretched out across the hospital beds. They were battered from head to toe, every purple mark and laceration screaming just how vicious the clash had been. Some had sustained such severe trauma it was clear their attackers had shown no mercy.

"How's their condition?" I asked him.

"They're in bad shape, but they'll recover with time. However, there's a far more pressing matter that has us deeply concerned," Dr. Neel whispered, his voice dropping as he ushered me into the emergency trauma room. On the center bed lay a young child, deathly pale and barely breathing. The sight alone was enough to make my chest tighten with dread.

"He was caught in the crossfire," Dr. Neel said, his voice cracking with emotion. "Someone struck him square in the chest. His ribs are shattered, and his heart... it’s failing. A child's body just can't take that kind of blunt force.”

He was so small, barely nine or ten, and his complexion was ghost-white. My chest tight with sorrow, I moved to his bedside and gently eased off his shredded shirt. A gasp caught in my throat. Sprawled right over his heart was a massive, dark bruise—a devastating testament to the merciless force that had struck this innocent child.

"How could anyone possess the cruelty to hit a child with that kind of force?" I whispered. Looking at his small, pale face, a sharp ache pierced my heart. He was just an innocent pup caught in a monster's path.

"Miss Yang, what is your prognosis?" Dr. Neel asked, abandoning his clinical composure as he looked at me with open desperation. "Will he survive this?”

"He is still alive, isn't he?" I murmured, placing my open palm directly over his failing heart. Closing my eyes, I channeled my inner core, forcing a wave of raw healing energy down my arm. A brilliant white light erupted beneath my hand, washing over his small frame. A second later, a violent pang of agony pierced my hand and traveled straight to my heart. I gritted my teeth, enduring the child’s stolen pain until the glow vanished. I pulled back to find his skin flushed with life and the hematoma entirely erased. I gave Dr. Neel a breathless nod, and he rushed forward to inspect the child.

I paced the hallway outside, waiting anxiously while the medical team ran their post-treatment tests. Dr. Neel exited the room a few minutes later, looking visibly relieved. "Thank you, Miss Yang. His vitals are stable, and he’s on his way to a full recovery." His voice trailed off as his gaze dropped to my side. His eyes widened. "Miss Yang... your hand.”

"It's nothing, it will fade soon enough,” I said with a reassuring smile. "If there’s nothing else urgent, I’ll take my leave.”

Dr. Neel offered a grateful nod. "Of course. I truly cannot thank you enough, Miss Yang. I don’t know what I would have done without your help today.”

"It's my duty as well," I replied softly, offering him a parting nod before turning toward the exit.

Just as I turned to leave, the heavy doors flew open. A breathless couple rushed past me into the ward. "Dr. Neel, how's my son?" the woman demanded, lunging forward to grab the doctor's arm, her voice tight with panic.

"Is the young boy your son?" Dr. Neel asked gently, stepping forward to ease the woman's grip. "He was in critical condition when he arrived, but thankfully, Miss Yang was here. She managed to stabilize him.”

The woman spun toward me, tears spilling over her cheeks as she caught my hands. "Thank you, Miss Yang. I nearly lost my mind when the news reached me that he was caught in the attack," she sobbed, her voice trembling with sheer relief.

I sighed, looking from the mother to the silent father. "Don't worry, the danger has passed. He's going to be perfectly fine.” I assured her. She nodded through her tears, but the heavy look the father shot me suggested the threat outside was far from over.

I left the infirmary and went straight home. I saw Dad was sitting in the living room, so I went to sit beside him.

"Dad, did you hear about the clash?" I asked, my voice dropping to a weary whisper. "So many people were brought into the ward, battered and broken. But today... they even targeted a child. They beat him mercilessly, Dad. It was absolutely devastating. I couldn't bear to stay a second longer, so I just came straight home.”

A grim look crossed his face. "It’s a regular occurrence now. Ever since the day of repudiation, the Alpha leaders have wanted us wiped out. We're nothing but an eyesore to them”

"Why do they hate us so much?” I asked, shaking my head in pure disbelief. "I've grown up watching this nightmare, like hurting Omegas is just standard protocol for them. No warnings, no explanations—just raw violence”

Dad leaned closer, the shadows of the living room lengthening around us. "It’s a forbidden piece of our history. Before the collapse, Omegas shared equal power. But greed bred a traitor—a man who defied the gods to steal the Moonstone from its temple. In the clash to stop him, the Alpha leader took a mortal blow. The thief weaponized the stone's energy to break him. When the dust settled, the Moonstone was gone, and the Alpha leader was left permanently incapacitated. The Alphas blame us for that thief's actions, and they've been taking their vengeance out on our kind ever since.”

"It just vanished? On its own?" I asked, my eyes widening in sheer disbelief as the weight of his words sank in.

He gave a slow, bitter nod. "The worst part is, the thief belonged to our kind. Because of a single Omega’s greed, we were all condemned. Trust vanished, replaced by an inherited hatred that has burned for years. Maybe their initial rage was justified, but punishing thousands of innocent people for the sins of one dead man? That isn't justice.”

"Collective punishment for a historic crime..." I whispered, staring down at my lap. "Is that the Alphas' idea of rationality? To make an entire clan bleed just because they can't let go of the past?”

"Their hatred left rationality behind long ago," Dad sighed. "With their Alpha still broken, the entire wolf world stands on the brink of collapse. In their minds, their rage is completely justified. But we are trapped in the middle—we are victims of that history too, only we have no way to prove our innocence. So we continue to bleed for a sin we never committed.”

"I refuse to believe that," I muttered, my frown deepening. "There has to be a way out of this cycle. We can't just sit here and accept being targets forever.”

He shook his head slowly, "I don't think so, sweetheart. But even if there were a way, they wouldn't accept it. After all, broken hearts always look for someone to punish, and we are the easiest targets.”

The true gravity of the danger finally sank in, turning my stomach. "The injuries I treated today... they weren't just standard wounds. It was absolute slaughter," I told him, looking down at my lap. "If we don't break this cycle, the Omegas will never see the light of freedom. We'll be buried alive here in Klein.

Turning to face me, Dad placed a heavy hand on my shoulder. "Calm your mind. We were banished, but the moon's blood still runs thick in our veins. The Alphas hate it, but they can't wash that truth away. In the shifter world, the foundation of who we are is permanent. They can bleed us, but they cannot erase us.”

"What are you two discussing so seriously?" Mom's cheerful voice cut through our heavy conversation as she walked in, smiling warmly.

Dad broke the heavy silence instantly, springing up to sweep Mom into a warm, side embrace. "Just talking about old times," he covered smoothly, though his smile vanished as he looked closer at her. "You look exhausted, honey. Why are you sweating so much?" Panic flickered in his eyes as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, gently dabbing at the thick beads of sweat on her pale forehead.

Mom let out a soft chuckle, leaning into his touch. "I was just busy in the kitchen, that's all. It must be the heat from the stove getting to me.”

"How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need to push yourself like this?" Dad sighed, his scolding tone melting into genuine concern. "That's exactly what we have helpers for, sweetheart. But you've always been far too stubborn for your own good.”

"I like cooking,” Mom replied softly, "Feeding my family is my priority, and I prefer to handle it personally.”

"Alright, I yield," Dad muttered with a helpless sigh.

"Let me get out of these clothes first," Mom added, glancing down at her kitchen apron.

"Let's get you cleaned up first," Dad murmured softly. He guided her out of the room before she could say another word.

A soft smile touched my lips as I watched them leave. My parents had always been this way—completely wrapped up in one another. Decades had come and gone, yet the devotion between them hadn’t faded in the slightest. It was a beautiful, rare thing to witness, especially in a world torn apart by so much hostility.

"Gross. Are they still flirting at their age?" My brother's sudden voice made me jump. I spun around to find my brother leaning against the doorframe. I blinked in surprise—when on earth had he slipped into the room? I hadn't heard a single footstep.

That's what true devotion looks like. Why the sour expression? Are you jealous that you don't have anyone to flirt with?" I ribbed him, flashing a mischievous grin.

He scrunched his nose, looking utterly repulsed by the mere suggestion. "Gross. Don't joke about that. Jealous of what?”

I let out a soft laugh, leaning back against the cushions. "Oh, come on. You’re just bitter that you haven't found a girl as amazing as Mom, and your own love life is completely dead in the water.”

He rolled his eyes, scoffing at the thought. "No thanks. I have zero interest in that kind of suffocating drama. Besides, Mom is far too gentle and submissive. You know my taste, Yang—I prefer a female with some real fire in her veins.”

I raised an eyebrow, shooting him a warning look. "Careful. If Dad hears you talking like that about Mom, he'll knock you into next week. You know how protective he is over her.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he scoffed, waving a hand dismissively as he turned away. "I'm meeting up with the guys. Don't wait for me." He began walking toward the foyer.

"Make sure you're back before dinner!" I called out after him.

"Got it, sis!" his voice echoed back as he flashed a quick thumbs-up over his shoulder, vanishing out the front door in a blur of movement. I let out a heavy sigh, shaking my head. He had always possessed a fiercely rebellious streak, and trying to keep him contained within four walls was completely impossible.