jmjackie

In a world where devil Lycans were hunted down like beasts... 
The devil Lycan Zhan Sheng of the Burning Fire Sect burned with an all-consuming desire for vengeance against the Heavenly Orchard sect, who murdered his mate in cold blood. He lived and breathed for the sole purpose of hunting down the omega General Zi Yin, the one who took everything from him and make him pay for his heinous crime. 
Zi Yin's beauty was rumored to be as striking as a crane taking flight, with his lithe figure, long, graceful limbs, and a serene face as tranquil as a placid lake at dawn. 
Zhan Sheng vowed to smash his face to pieces.
His relentless pursuit took him on a perilous journey through the treacherous cultivation world, where he faced constant danger and betrayal. With his sharp senses and lightning-fast reflexes, he navigated through the challenges, determined to reach his target. 
As he edged closer to Zi Yin, Zhan Sheng uncovered the convoluted truth behind his mate's death, revealing the intricate web of deception that shrouded the incident.
But nothing could deter Zhan Sheng's desire for retribution, not even an omega whose gaze shone like the stars.
Transmigration. Cultivation. Rebirth. Multiple universes. Intersex omegas. 

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There were very few times he's lost control completely. Both times happened after Lei Bo was killed and his home torn away from him. At the time, they were captured by Lei Xun and tortured daily. By order of the Emperor, his core was torn from his chest, his cultivation abolished and he was kept as a prisoner of war at the Poison Snake sect.

Mao Xia had stayed with him the whole time, his resolve never wavering. His beta scent washed over Zhan Sheng, souring from the anguish and worry. If they were to be captured again, this time it would be far worse. Zhan Sheng's mouth tugged into a knowing smile, but he kept his gaze on the skyline.

"My cultivation is stable now. Do not fear. Together, we shall face the perils that await us. May the heavens guide our steps and grant us victory."

"M-my lord," Mao Xia bit his lip, his gaze lower. "I've noticed you've been restless the past few days. Will you allow me to—take the burden from you?"

The Devil's Embrace