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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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640 Chs

The Last Face (Ch.395)

"This is not a trial." Weinlor argued.

"It is now, it is only that we are yet to know who will actually be tried." Neveah replied, her tone calm and collected.

"If it is a trial, then the elven council will be the one asking the questions." Weinlor made clear.

"Your contribution is welcomed... for now." Neveah replied dismissively, she had not come here to argue words with the elves.

Neveah stepped away from the throne, walking over to the discarded scroll on the ground which had been torn up in half.

If she was going to get herself out of this, Neveah needed to know how much had already been said before she arrived and what exactly the elves were after.

"Veah, don't..." Menarx tried to stop Neveah from reading the contents of the scroll but Neveah ignored him.

Though the scroll had been torn in half, nudging both pieces closer to each other made it easy to read through the contents.