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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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The Final Tale (Ch.683)

Xenon had not gone so far down the hallway when he paused in his step, realizing he was not even certain where he was headed as he had no defined destination in mind.

Not that there were any other destinations possible, beyond this hallway, there was only the outside world prowling with shadow beasts and the rest of the shadow tower, precisely the sealed hallways.

Xenon ran a hand through his hair, quickly followed by a low hiss of frustration.

Of course the voices had followed Xenon even now, they were attached to him at the hip these days and there was not a moment where they did not pester him, not a single moment of reprieve.

It was a struggle to prevent himself from giving in and giving them exactly what Xenon knew they wanted.

Xenon had not spoken a word that acknowledged these voices since the day he had lost his mind briefly, nearly breaking into one of the sealed hallways, the very one he was constantly lured to by the spectral voices.