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

Something Untoward (Ch.337)

"This..." Menarx murmured quietly, lifting the tiny button up closer to his view so he could examine it better.

"What is it Narx?" Everon asked in concern, moving closer to Menarx.

Lodenworth and Conrad watched in silence, none of the three could determine what exactly it was Menarx had seen to leave him in such a tense state.

But Menarx was completely frozen still, just staring at the item in his hand.

"This..." Menarx muttered, again letting his words trail off, the absurdity of what he was seeing left him completely stunned.

Though first glance had already told enough, Menarx found it hard to believe,

Hard to believe that he would find a piece of item he recognised so well out here in the middle of dwarven territory.

It was a very small object, a button that would most likely only fit the wrist button holes of a small sized person.