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

The winged man sat at the edge of the cliff as he always did, gazing out into the valleys far ahead.

These valleys always held an enchanting beauty to him, one that kept him returning to this exact spot over and over again till it had become where he would spend most of his days and nights, and never did he grow tired or sick of the sight.

However this time was not the same as other times. This time, not even the rolling valleys that lay ahead and the meadows of poisonous blooms could bring any sort of excitement or appease the winged man.

That beauty he had often seen was equally nowhere to be found, there was no beauty in anything when wrath churned within his heart, curling dangerously, seeking an outlet to be unleashed.

Rather than a melancholic or calm expression as would usually be found on the winged man, there were instead traces of agitation on his expression, especially in his eyes.

All For You (Ch.589)