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

A chilling cold draft stirred Neveah awake, accompanied by a musky, damp smell. There was also an unsettling stench in the air, faint as it was, it upset Neveah's sensitive senses and she scrunched up her nose as her eyes slowly fluttered open.

The first thing that greeted Neveah's view was darkness, pitch darkness, but her eyes soon adjusted to realize she was in a dimly-lit, stone walled room, at least the wall she leaned against was a cold, hard stonewall. It radiated disturbing chills and a smell of rot hung in the air.

Neveah blinked, lifting a hand to pinch her nostrils as the smells all blended together formed an unbearable stench, one that took her more than a few moments to adjust to. Slowly, she got up to her feet, her vision now adjusted to the environment, she realized she was in fact in a familiar space.

Says Who? (Ch.743)