JHeart

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.*

Omega's Rebirth

A low, haunting tune echoed across the Fodder Grooves, overwhelming the sounds of night life.

It was a strange tune, one with no words, only a sonorous harmony that seemed to echo from the very earth itself, weaving into the strands of space.

It began as a low, barely audible and easily dismissed tune but it slowly became more audible as the time passed.

This very sound pierced through the haze of unconsciousness, unsettling Neveah's subconscious and Neveah awakened feeling greatly uneasy.

Neveah was certain it had not even been an hour since she drifted off to sleep in Menarx's arms, but she was equally certain that by all rights, it should already have been the crack of dawn.

There was a party set to leave for the citadel at dawn, Neveah had heard from Dante but Neveah was pretty certain the dragons did not sing themselves goodbye.

A Haunting Tune (Ch.357)