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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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615 Chs

Never Given Back (Ch.313)

Menarx heaved a quiet sigh as he stared down at Neveah, his gaze tender and adoring...waking up to find Neveah gone from his side had been more hurtful than Menarx would like to admit.

But hearing how Neveah intended to return to his side, even hurting a rider in the process and she had accepted the merging? Menarx only now realized it was possible for dragons to have butterflies...for what was this warm, fuzzy feeling if not that?

What was this strange giddiness? For someone who had almost died a few days ago, Menarx did not think it was right to feel this elated...still, he did.

He was so elated, Menarx had caught himself smiling for no reason more times than he was willing to admit in the past hour.

All around them were beautiful flowers in full bloom, each more enchanting than the other but Menarx only had eyes for Neveah.