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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Interrogation (Ch.132)

Neveah swallowed down the hiss of pain threatening to bubble out of her throat, her expression remaining unchanged.

For a moment, Lord Decaron paused, raising a brow as he stared up at Neveah.

Neveah guessed even the dragons did not know exactly how silver affected wolves since both races barely had any interactions.

Lord Decaron proceeded to clasp the second cuff in place and then the one around Neveah's neck followed soon after.

The touch of silver against the tender skin of Neveah's neck was a kind Neveah could not quite describe, 

As high as Neveah's threshold was, Neveah still was not impervious to pain completely, tears sprung to her eyes but Neveah was quick to blink them away,

  Neveah would never give the dragons the satisfaction of seeing her pain, there was a depraved sense of satisfaction derived when the one a predator intended to cause pain actually displayed the effect,