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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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The Dunes 4 (Ch.472)

-A Year Later

~The City Wall, Dune City.~

It was just a little past dawn and the Dune City was already fully alive and bustling with the rush of morning activities.

The street vendors and shop owners hurried about to set up their stalls for the day and the city guard made their usual patrol through the streets, ensuring everything was in order.

The sound of carts rumbling through the cobblestone streets, and the clanging of blacksmiths at work echoed down the streets, creating a familiar cacophony. 

The air was filled with the smell of wood smoke from the hearths and the scent of freshly baked bread from the bakeries.

The laborers marched out to the fields in groups, ready for the day's work, their goofy conversations and boisterous laughter left in their wake.