55 - Deja Vu

"I've finished treating your wound."

I looked at my hand where the wound was no longer visible. Rather than watching the pain in my fingers disappear, I was more astonished at her medical skills, which to me were extremely rare.

"Since when are you good at treating wounds like this?" my lips quipped with my eyes locked on my finger. I should have thanked him instead of insinuating his kind gesture, but just let me be.

It felt like I was still shrouded in prestige to bluntly thank him.

"A prince should be able to do anything," he retorted. His hands were busy tidying up the emergency medical equipment while his eyes were always on my face.

"Especially if it's to protect his omega," he continued. His tone of voice deliberately emphasized the word 'Omega'. It was obvious he wanted me to fall for his provocation.

"Since when did I become your Omega?" I replied with a tug on the corner of my lips-a mocking smile. The gratitude I'd expressed was replaced with a scathing sneer. "Don't think