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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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A Season In Tajmaé 5 (Ch.250)

It had been a full day now if Dante was not mistaken, it was hard to tell as they travelled deeper into the forest where the large trees towering high above blocked out the sunlight.

There was only a dim lighting in the forest from the few spaces where the light seeped in.

Dante had somehow found his calm again, as apalling as his situation was, Dante knew rage would do him no good.

The only thing that weighed heavily on Dante's heart was his concern for Estelle.

"We will arrive Forest Tajmaé soon." Timmon revealed to Dante as they escorted him down the forest path.

Dante gave no response, his brows furrowed slightly. There was no use growing acquainted to the living dead because Dante would make certain these nymphs paid for their offence in blood.

Dante had never been cruel or bloodthirsty as some of his kin, yet he was not the most merciful either.