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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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733 Chs

Source 2 (Ch.629)

"This is it, the water supplies directly into the shelters so there is no need to use this spigot." Atticus explained to Neveah as he came to a stop a short distance away from where they had been standing.

"Elle, fill up a bucket." Neveah instructed Estelle who had been quietly following behind them.

Estelle complied without hesitation, placing a wooden bucket underneath the spigot, she turned it on and the water flowed swiftly into the bucket.

Neveah glanced down at the running water, her eyes narrowed slightly as the small wooden bucket underneath it was filled up.

As the water level in the bucket grew, Neveah caught sight of it once again. The strange black and thin substance swirling around in the water, looking like thread strands.

However, they quickly disappeared after only a moment, leaving Neveah to wonder if they had ever been there.

The bucket was soon filled up but Neveah just continued staring at it as it overflowed.