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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 · ファンタジー
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709 Chs

More Than Offend (Ch.679)

"Diandre?!" Lady Diandre asked in indignation as she glanced over her shoulder.

Her eyes settled on Neveah who was also staring at her and Lady Diandre's words were caught in her throat. The first thing Lady Diandre noticed was the oppressive aura Neveah exuded, and her regal appearance had Lady Diandre rethinking her next words.

A quiet tingling sound echoed through the hall as the golden chains dangling from Neveah's black dress trailed across the marble floor of the audience hall.

There had not been enough time to make much preparations and so Neveah had Davina's dress on once again, Neveah had not thought she would have cause to don the dress again so soon after coming to an understanding with the rider council, but it was even more appropriate for this occasion.

This time, Neveah's hair was pulled up into a neat bun and there was a pitch black ornament adorning it.