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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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726 Chs

Trouble Arrives (Ch.440)

How did one's subconscious take it's form? Was it always a void of darkness and barrenness with not a single thing in sight? Or was it just for Neveah?

 How different was the subconscious world from person to person? Was it a representation of character? Personality? Past experiences? Or did it just not matter?

Neveah had not thought much of it till this time, not even when she was so familiar with this world of darkness within her mind where her consciousness would always end up, far too often than anyone else could boast of.

Most of the times swallowed up in this darkness, Neveah was unaware.

 Her consciousness completely overwhelmed by the darkness, but this time, Neveah was wide awake and alert, locked up in her own mind with nothing for company but her own agony, her thoughts and the words said all around her.