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

Just One Thing Right (Ch.343)

A quiet chuckle escaped Celeste as the memory faded off, it had been so many centuries already yet somehow, Celeste still remembered each of those memories all too clearly.

Memories of when she had first touched the darkness, of the intoxicating power that came with it and the great cause she had believed herself to be a part of.

A cause that Celeste had willing to go to any lengths and make any sacrifices for, even tainting her ownself with dark magic.

Just like that, the darkness had seeped in, overtaking all the light Celeste had once known till she could no longer set herself apart from it.

But in all that had passed, it was not the darkness Celeste loathed but her own gullible trust and blind loyalty.

Celeste's greatest regret was nothing else but the fairy on the tapestry, portrayed in all the glory that Celeste had once believed and trusted in... until she realized just how wrong she was.