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

I'm Here (Ch.354)

"After you." Everon said, gesturing ahead of them.

Before Menarx, a large portal crackled and sparked with magic, looking to be a swirling mass of glowing energy leading to an unknown abyss.

Or at least to Menarx that was just what it looked like.

"It is either this or a day's flight to the Fodder Grooves, you ordered me to find you the fastest route." Everon added when Menarx just stared at the portal in silent contemplation.

Menarx had indeed given such an order and he had already guessed Everon would employ the services of the mage from the academy of magic that had accompanied the fourth squadron to the dwarven outposts.

Even though he had already expected it, Menarx still required a moment. 

In all the centuries Menarx had lived, he could count on one hand the amount of times he had let anyone convince him into travelling through a portal.