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 gust of wind cut through the mountain ledge, it was as chilly as ice. Freezing if Neveah was being honest. It ruffled Neveah's hair and clawed at her black dress. But Neveah barely noticed the cold, her focus was fixed on Menarx, on the hollow look in his eyes and the way his shoulders hunched under an invisible weight.

He looked so... small. So fragile. Like the wind would shatter him if it blew just a little harder.

Neveah's chest tightened painfully, as her eyes searched his, but found nothing... grief so absolute, it left no traces, nothing. She had heard of the effects of the severing. How much of a toll it took on a dragon, but it had only been an hour...How had it come to this?

"So what now?" There was a tremor in Neveah's voice, despite her best attempts to sound steady. It was the most hopeless Neveah had felt in a long time, knowing what Menarx was going to choose even before she asked it. "I just... go back to Inferno? Without you?"

The Last (Ch.755)