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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 Result (Ch.570)

Neveah sat on a bench in the courtyard, just a moment ago, she felt she was being suffocated, choked on her own breath if she did not step out of the Dune Castle to catch a breath,

The courtyard was the farthest Neveah had been able to go before her legs threatened to give out, hence she sat here, her hands by her sides on the wooden bench.

Neveah's gaze was faced downward, her feet were stained with mud and so were the tips of her loose satin breeches, and she shifted her feet slightly in the mud.

The garden was damp after the morning dew, she had walked through it with no shoes on and Neveah had not even taken note of that until now.

Rodvan's news had finally settled, Kaideon's whereabouts were unknown... his presence in Fort Blazed in itself was only an assumption, a conclusion chosen to avoid the possibility that...

"Scales..." Neveah murmured, shaking off her dark thoughts.