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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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732 Chs

Only Chance (Ch.593)

Lord Mycroft of Fort Scabbard sat in his study, a heap of letters was spread out on his desk, along with scrolls and dozens of files.

So much so that some contents of the table had spilled over to the ground and Lord Mycroft was right in the midst of all the disarray.

He was entirely focused, opening one letter after another and tossing it to the side after he had read through it, adding to the mess on the floor.

However the mess was quite an organized one as each letter he tossed, even without a glance landed perfectly in a growing pile where the rest of them were.

Lord Mycroft's attention was only drawn when there was a knock on the door. His door came open and in walked Dante.

"My boy, there you are." Lord Mycroft called in his gruff tone, gesturing for Dante to come over to his table.