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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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619 Chs

Another Form Of Danger (Ch.531)

Neveah passed a wary look down to Xenon's hand and then over to Xenon, but Xenon's gaze was fixed elsewhere, like he had absolutely no idea where his hand was rested.

But Neveah did not doubt even one bit that this was intentional, this was Xenon's way of reminding her that he did not appreciate her actions from the day before.

Xenon was one who was always hell bent on having his way, Neveah knew this... Xenon had never cared to conceal this personality trait of his.

And Xenon knew well enough that their newly formed bond was extremely sensitive, being in the same room was one thing... being in contact was another thing entirely.

Even through the fabric of her breeches, Neveah could feel the warmth of Xenon's palm and for some reason, Xenon was missing his ever present leather gloves which would at least have provided another layer of a barrier.

Intentional, or otherwise, this was not exactly how Neveah had envisioned this morning would go.