The Lycan King's Healer

“Leah! Are you following the lessons I'm trying to teach you?" When, the woman with white hair, my instructor said something, I felt as though something rang in my ear.

Despite her best efforts to hide it, I could hear her heart weakening and see it by the way her wrist pulsed.

When I was younger, I could already feel this kind of power. I have a special ability to identify a person's sickness, but since I'm only an omega, they won't take me seriously or, to put it another way, they won't value this ability of mine.

I turned to look at the wandering man, a Lycan King's son. He walked with his father while upright, not looking back, and his face was devoid of emotion. His expression indicates that he does not need to take any action since everyone will kneel before him.

My heartbeat rose as they reached our spot.

My companions bowed, but I just stared at him. Helena, the doctor instructing me on how to cure werewolves with severe wounds, bent my head as my gazes met with the man next to the Lycan King.

She warned me that no matter how rapidly their wound healed, there was still a risk they might not regain strength right away.

My name is Leah Vuk, and I am the lone omega wolf. I don't have a pack, we're just the focus of a laugh, and we generally have bruises on our bodies, which is why I considered becoming a doctor—for the sake of our names.

"Helena, how are the meds you're discovering?" As I feared, Alpha Hector Sergio had no scent to identify them.

He didn't pay attention to me, and even with my head lowered, I attempted to peer into Amoux's face, whom I had long adored.

I've only been visiting the Nightwalker pack for three months, but I'm so grateful that Alpha King has just allowed me to remain. He doesn't pay attention to me, but he also doesn't drive me away because I've been wanting to study more about the many sorts of illnesses a werewolf can have for a long time, and I'm grateful that the Nightwalker pack has a leader like this.

However, even the Alpha King does not chase me away, he does not stop people in his lower levels from mocking or harming me.

I can't fight them hard since I'm only fifteen years old and haven't gone through the transformation into a wolf, but I try.

"They're doing well, Alpha. When we make them ideal for an extended period of time, there is a risk that the wolves will instantly restore their vitality anytime they desire to fight." Helena still bowed as she said.

My cheeks flushed as Amoux didn't take his eyes away from me. Because of his demeanor, I bent my head even further.

When Alpha Hector stopped speaking, Helena released a grip of my head, indicating that they were going, but Amoux interrupted them, much to my surprise. I didn't anticipate him to notice me in a negative way.

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

I looked up since Helena was no longer keeping my head down.

She attempts to control me, but I don't back down.

I returned his ice-cold glare.

"Excuse me for coming here unexpectedly without your permission, but shouldn't the Alpha king be the first to inquire because he hasn't yet given you his place? You are still a Nightwalker member who must join the hunt against rogues and other wolf packs." I didn't hesitate to tell him that since I was used to other wolves abusing me and it wouldn't be surprising if he hit me here.

He shows off his canines, which astounded me because I had no idea when I would do the same to mine.

My face was filled with wonder rather than dread.

When he realized that I wasn't terrified, he changed it back to normal.

I bent my head abruptly because I suddenly recalled how low I was in relation to the person I was conversing to now.

He straightened himself and resumed his stroll with his father. I even heard him remark something only the four of us could hear before he departed.

“Nevermind. Whatever you do, you can't deny that no matter what you strive for, you're still a waste and inferior to me."

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Even though it had been years, that was the last time I saw him. That was the only thing we talked about that I remembered a few years afterwards.

That's why I went on about how I felt about him.

Until I reached the age of eighteen. The time has arrived for me to shapeshift.

And I had no idea he'd be the one I'd see those times…

——3 year later——

A puberty. This is what I hate.

“Ahh..!”

Because of the intense agony I felt inside, I touched my face. I also tore the clothing I was wearing because I was afraid my flesh might tear.

I rapidly managed to tear my underpants, which I had removed while standing.

I'm not sure where I get my physical strength. I looked at my hand since that's where the pain is coming from, and it feels like my entire body is being stretched.

As I knelt down, I clasped one of my palms.

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

The ache in my face has returned, and my mouth is suddenly burning. My feet, too, appeared to be drifting away from me. My bones are swelling and seem to be bursting through my skin, and my body appears to be flaming.

"It... hurts..."

I pinned my face to the floor, my back bones have strained, and my body hair has begun to emerge.

My body was drenched in perspiration, yet all I could do was scream. The middle of my face and ears were the final parts of my body to lengthen. When I noticed the difference in my look, I came to a complete halt.

When I wiggle my tail, the door swung open just in time to let Amoux in.