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

To Be Concerned Or Not (Ch.133)

The tense atmosphere in the hall was so palpable that one could practically feel it.

The words Neveah had just said left the dragons in silence for a moment, uncertain how to react to a little wolf princess who was at their mercy but still maintained a dignified and confident air.

"You are courting death." Lord Everon stated in a matter of fact tone, finally breaking the tense silence.

"Death?" Neveah asked slowly and then she laughed, almost painfully.

Death... she knew exactly what it was, perhaps she knew it much better than any of the dragons even.

Neveah had tasted death once before, at the hands of the most unexpected person,

Perhaps if Neveah had been granted a merciful death back then, she could at least be intimidated at the prospect of the pain that may accompany it.