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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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609 Chs

Waterfall Inn (Ch.553)

A loud rapping against the doors of the Waterfall Inn echoed down the quiet streets and the doors swung open, a middle aged man dressed in brown robes stood on the other side, a stiff smile on his face.

"Apologies, Lord. But the inn is no longer accepting patrons at this time." The middle aged man who was assumably the innkeeper relayed in a gruff voice.

"I have a reservation." Neveah relayed, deepening her voice as much as she could.

The innkeeper glanced over Neveah for a moment, his gaze lingering on the scarf she had wrapped around her head and neck, leaving only her eyes visible.

Over that, Neveah had on a straw hat that curved low and hid even her eyes from view. It was a typical protective attire for merchants that travelled through the deserts to guard against the white sands in sandstorms.

"May I see it?" The innkeeper asked, his voice had taken on a more polite tone after a good look at Neveah.