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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 Word (Ch.351)

Celeste wrung her hands together nervously as she stood at the mountain range, 

It had been almost an hour since she had come to him and the winged man was yet to say a word.

Not to Celeste at least, the winged man still hummed that tune that was always on his lips,

  Celeste had heard this tune from him so many times that it had her wondering more often than not just what meaning it held to him, for it to be so fondly remembered.

But of course, this was not an answer Celeste could dare seek to know, when it came to the winged man's wrath, Celeste knew well enough that there would be no exceptions.

It almost seemed as though the winged man had no knowledge of Celeste's presence because of how well he had ignored her since her arrival.

Try as Celeste might, she just could not hide her apprehension.