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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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731 Chs

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"There..." Kirgan gestured to the carriage he had spoken of as they stopped a little ways away from the edge of the forest.

The carriage was set inconspicuously at the bottom of the hill, slightly obscured by some trees lining the forest's edge.

There was a carriage driver already seated by the carriage, waiting on their arrival.

The carriage driver was obviously human and Neveah did not find him to be a familiar face, however Neveah knew if he was here, then it was only because Kirgan had made certain he could be trusted.

Kirgan turned to Neveah once more, his gaze examining her. It lingered on her hair for a moment and Kirgan sighed.

"A head of golden hair is akin to a beacon of light from the skies, easily spotted. You will be sighted the moment you step out of this forest and given that such features are not common here, there is no dragon of Keep Skies who would not be able to identify you, Neveah." Kirgan pointed out.