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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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814 Chs
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Vulnerable (Ch.642)

'He does hear us, does he not?' A first voice of the ethereal murmured, soft as the sigh of the midnight breeze wafting down the hollow halls of the Shadow Tower.

'It must be so! He proclaimed it himself. Surely, his ears are attuned to our spectral utterances!' The second voice echoed with fervor, its tone unwavering.

'Yet perchance his reply was just a happenstance? It seems most improbable that a dragon would possess the finesse to discern the whispers of spirits.' The third voice pondered skeptically.

'What manner of happenstance could it truly be? He answered our call, and we all did hear him!' The second voice pressed on, insistent on its opinion.

'But look how he traverses these hallowed halls, blissfully unaware for many days past. Have we not exhausted every means to seize his attention?' The third voice pointed out with an air of exasperation.