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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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683 Chs

A Fight (Ch.285)

Dante stormed through the forest, putting the Nymph settlement farther behind them with each agitated step forward.

There was a dark expression on his face and he exuded an agitated aura, all the while, he had not glanced back even once.

Through this time, Estelle hurried to keep up with his powerful strides, as that was all she could do given Dante's terrible mood.

Estelle had attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but each time she was completely ignored by Dante and Estelle felt deeply uneasy.

She could not understand why exactly Dante was so furious, not that he did not have reason to be, she just did not know what exactly to attribute his anger to.

"Dante, slow down." Estelle tried again, practically jogging to keep up with Dante's swift strides.

Again, Estelle received no response and frustration bubbled up in her heart and a desperate need to get a word out of Dante, so she could understand what displeased him.