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

Shadow Tower (Ch.539)

At this time of the day, shadow beasts prowled all about the dark lands and Azkar could hear their horrendous shrieks echoing from far in the distance.

Of course, while they lurked around Shadow Tower and the entirety of the dark lands, they would never dare venture into the Shadow Tower itself.

The gates were as far as they dared go, it was proof of just how intimidating the Shadow Tower had been in its day that the residues of its power were deterring even till this day.

Azkar walked at a slow pace, down the familiar path he had taken a million times in his childhood.

The cobbled pathway was no longer visible, now covered with layers and layers of dirt and shrub.

As Azkar walked, all he could see was the painful disparity between what he remembered from so long ago and what was before his eyes now.

The haunting silence that now rested over the towers.

Not everyone had been privileged enough to have known the Shadow Tower as Azkar did.