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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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640 Chs

Again At The Rickety Bridge (Ch.231)

A strong gust of wind blew that sent the wooden contraption serving as Neveah's foothold swaying precariously and Neveah froze up completely, rethinking the wisdom in coming out here.

"Perhaps I should have thought this through more carefully?" Neveah asked rhetorically, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she took note of how much farther the other end of the bridge was.

Once again, Neveah made across the rickety bridge. Now, it was not Neveah's first time going over this bridge, but it was certainly the most daunting crossing Neveah would make since her first visit to Mount Edar.

Neveah could not tell if she could blame her fears on the strangely windy night that would not leave the bridge in it's place for longer than a second.

"Was this bridge always so shaky at night?" Neveah wondered aloud.

Perhaps there had been many other windy nights before this but Neveah had never taken notice of it,