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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.*

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Not the One (Ch.664)

For a short period of time, Neveah stared in silence at the chest and the lid that was partly opened. Then she pushed through lid open further, there were about a dozen scrolls neatly arranged within the shelf and a few volumes and journals too.

The contents were not as many as Neveah had expected, but then again seeing as they were the thoughts and musings of Asrig and not historical records, there was only so much time a man such as Asrig had been would find freedom to journal.

Neveah would know, she had gotten a taste of just how tasking journaling could be in the past few months.

The scrolls were piled up on the volumes and journals and there were all within a case of their own. Neveah could tell from these little signs that Asrig had been an extremely cautious and suspicious man and men who had such traits would intentionally and unintentionally inflict trauma on those around them.