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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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612 Chs

Vacant Seat (Ch.530)

A cold wind drafted in through the window, stirring Neveah awake and her eyes fluttered open slowly.

Neveah blinked away the blurriness in her eyes, the pile of files in her line of sight told Neveah all she needed to know, she had gone to sleep in her office...again.

 A quiet groan escaped Neveah as she lifted her head off the desk, passing a look to the window in hopes to determine the time of the day, Neveah found the drapes had been drawn and not even a streak of light seeped in.

"I... I do not remember closing those..." Neveah murmured to herself.

Neveah always left the drapes open on purpose, so the lighting would wake her if she ever overslept while at work.

Getting up to her feet, Neveah paused slightly when an outer robe fell off of her shoulders and slid down to the ground.

Neveah raised a brow, leaning down to pick it up, she did not need much to tell who it belonged to.