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

Estelle busily moved about the fabric room, picking out a few fabrics which she draped over her arm.

All the fabrics she had chosen were a variety of white shades, the kind that was used in making death shrouds in the culture of the human population of Fort Scabbard.

"Do you think these will be suitable? I hear in human culture, the family dress their lost loved ones in these shrouds, of the finest quality they can afford. Our kind mourns differently, I am not familiar with their ways." Estelle asked for the opinion of the dressmaker that accompanied her.

"My Lady is correct in your knowledge. I have witnessed it done as such." The dress maker affirmed.

"Though I have never tailored for a human before so I cannot claim to know it better." The dressmaker added.

Those Not Remembered (Ch.596)