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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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709 Chs

Something Interesting (Ch.416)

The winged man hummed quietly, sitting at the cliff's edge as he always did. 

Of course, the tune he hummed was that favourite tune of his, the one where the words were long lost to his memory and only the tune remained, as prominent as though he heard it only the day before.

Meanwhile Celeste stood behind him, watching the calm and relaxed disposition of the winged man with a baffled expression.

The winged man was mostly always calm, it was rare for him to ever be anything otherwise, Celeste knew this.

But knowing that, Celeste reckoned if there was any reason to feel anything other than calm, now would surely have been the right time.

The treasure the winged man so desperately searched for was gone, the very same treasure for which Celeste's kin had given their lives.

It was gone and they knew exactly how it was gone, yet since that moment up until now, the winged man was yet to say a single word of the matter.