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Omega's Rebirth

What was worse than death itself? Well it was dying knowing that no one would miss you, knowing that your death was a favour to everyone you ever knew. This was exactly how I felt the day I died. I was the love child of the Eclipse Alpha King, in a time where the mate bond was considered sacred, a child born out of wedlock was nothing short of sacrilegious... 'It was his fault, he loved someone other than his mate...' 'It was his fault, he had carnal knowledge of a human woman.' 'It was all his fault, my only crime was being born out of his lust.' But why was that Alpha King father of mine perfectly safe, while I was hated, scorned and blamed for everything instead? Why did I have to be my father's bargaining chip, used to achieve his goals? Why could I not get a rejection like everyone else but was instead murdered by my own mate? Why was I killed before I even had a chance to live? I had a thousand questions and yet there was no one to answer and this was exactly how I died... So why then did my eyes flutter open to that day, a month before my death? Was it because of my little secret? A secret I will tell no one else but you... From the title of my tale, you must think I am an omega wolf... No, you got it wrong... I am not an Omega wolf, I am an Alpha wolf and my name is Omega. ~Second Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series. *Not a prequel or sequel to 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', both books are not related save for the world setting and Werewolf Rebirth concept. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist.*

JHeart · Fantasy
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612 Chs

Ever-Burn Cave (Ch.294)

"Who did you say she was again...the Lady Misha?" Neveah asked before she could stop herself.

Neveah did hear Lord Skiren's words from before, Lady Misha was the last rider who had faced the trials in his cave.

Neveah had also heard the words Lord Skiren had just said, of true bonds...but she just needed to be sure.

"Xenon's true rider and beloved." Lord Skiren replied without glancing back.

At the confirmation, Neveah felt her breath leave her for a moment as though she had been hit right in the gut.

A dull ache blossomed in Neveah's heart. All along, Neveah had known Xenon cared deeply for the strange woman called Misha.

It had only taken a portrait of her to have Xenon completely losing his wits, but Neveah had never heard from anyone of who Misha truly was.

No one spoke a word of her, no one dared for fear of inciting Xenon's rage and Neveah herself did not even dare ask.