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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

Best For Her (Ch.595)

Dante walked down the halls of the Scabbard Tower, his arms crossed behind his back.

He was deep in his own thoughts, still mulling over his father's words as he made his way to Estelle's quarters. It was common knowledge that Dante and Estelle did not yet share a common room, as would be expected of a dragon and his rider.

There had been many questioning eyes in Scabbard Tower, but none would dare directly confront the heir of Fort Scabbard on his personal affairs.

This arrangement had also been made by Dante upon their return to Scabbard, but with each day, the distance between Dante's quarters and Estelle's grew much more tasking to Dante, but it still was difficult for him to admit that he had made a wrong call.

Dante soon arrived at Estelle's quarters, he knocked on the door gently and waited to hear an invite before he stepped in.