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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 · Fantaisie
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Mine Outposts (Ch.335)

Menarx sat at his table in the command tent, staring down at the maps spread out before him.

His table was a mess of scrolls, maps, land markers and a dozen other files, some splayed open and others closed and neatly stacked at a side.

  Amongst the opened scrolls, most contained the reports from the last few scout patrols that had been sent out since arriving Dwarven terrain.

There was a black ink pen in Menarx's hand with which he marked out and traced some points across one map to the other.

When the points met at a location, Menarx noted it down in a separate scroll.

  The fourth squadron had set camp just a day's flight away from the first outpost of the dwarves, out of sight but close enough to keep a watchful eye on dwarven terrain.

For the past few hours, Menarx had begun a comparative study of different maps of the stronghold, each reflected the entire Asvarian terrain from a different angle.