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

Diandre sat in the royal hall, her brows furrowed slightly, expression deep in thought. The thorns on the Fae royal throne pricked into her skin, and a steady flow of blood dripped to the ground, adding to the swiftly growing pool.

Each droplet of blood hit the ground with an echo through the quiet hall, a reminder that this throne could only belong to the High Queen... and though she had sacrificed her entire life to be worthy of it, of the bloodline she was born into, even at this very moment, she still was deemed unworthy.

The hope that she had sought all her life had come, one of their bloodline was finally worthy, the shackles of the curse could finally be broken, yet Diandre felt no relief... instead, her heart constricted in pain with each breath, each breath that reminded her that redemption had skipped her generation.

Break Him (Ch.739)