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

Neveah sat at her table in her father's study, staring ahead at nothing in particular. There were heaps of files on her table that she was yet to attend to, but Neveah just stared ahead blankly.

The tasks that required her attention were unending, each day presented a new trouble... Neveah was not certain for how long she could keep this up.

She remained in that position for a short time before the door to the study came open and Garron strode in.

"Veah." Garron greeted, walking over to Neveah.

"How is it?" Neveah asked without even glancing over.

"There are no notable changes, except for a few dozens more added to the number. They have practically set camp out in the open and refuse to disperse, requesting your presence." Garron reported.

"Has no one told them I have nothing to do with this silly conviction of theirs?" Neveah asked, her voice tight and stiff.

An Request From Scabbard (Ch.604)