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 low hum of the small stream flowing through the meadow was the only sound other than Lodenworth's pacing footsteps, the damp earth beneath his foot gave way underneath the hard soles of his boots, leaving behind the exact print, recreated over and over again for every time he retraced his steps.

For how long he had been pacing, Lodenworth was not certain. But that foreign emotion that was called anxiety, the one humans were more susceptible to, now churned through him in potent waves and it grew increasingly disturbing as the days passed.

"Lord Dragon..." A lilting voice called as a vaguely familiar woman approached Lodenworth from the thin path leading through the meadow. It was one of the many groomers Lodenworth had seen around a few times, tending to the flowers in the meadow. A dashingly beautiful woman, just as much as any fairy was.

Give Anything (Ch.738)