webnovel

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
Not enough ratings
726 Chs

Dark Memories (Ch.385)

Menarx's right hand moved to stroke Neveah's hair in a slow, calming manner.

He was patient and did not push for Neveah to say anymore, even though Neveah could practically sense his deep concern and rage.

"Do you really want us to go down this path?" Neveah asked, glancing up at Menarx.

"Only if you're comfortable with it. I can wait, I always will." Menarx assured.

Neveah sighed quietly, there was so much she was not ready to talk about, things Neveah did not think she would ever be ready to speak of.

But Neveah did want to share something with Menarx, something she had never told anyone... something that would make him truly understand the kind of life she had lived.

"I still remember the very first time I killed a man, as vivid as though it was just yesterday." Neveah began after a long silence.

"I had just turned fourteen and my fath... Lothaire threw a large ball in my honor, to celebrate his daughter and introduce me to society."