Admist the turmoil of a blood-soaked battlefield, General Hua Ren was perched on a horse, his once-pristine uniform now a canvas of rebel bloodstains. Lifeless bodies, a macabre mosaic of soldiers and rebels, lay strewn across the ground—some severed, others trampled beneath the hooves of horses.

In the distant backdrop, a bomb erupted, rattling the battlefield, and in that fleeting moment, the General detected the scent.

His Alpha.

His heart raced as his gaze locked onto the most frigid, intimidating eyes he had ever encountered, and a sinking feeling gripped his stomach.

Sheng Fei, leader of the rebellion, stood tall amidst the chaos, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. In a chilling display of power, Sheng Fei swiftly ended the life of a soldier, his eyes never leaving Hua Ren. 

The stark reality unfolded before Hua Ren, solidifying the bitter truth that their connection was entwined in the threads of enmity.

He could never be the Omega to a Rebel Alpha 

Or so he thought. 

The Rebel's Omega

As Hua Ren made his way to the door, a short, stout man with a slight hunch approached him, bowing slightly before gesturing for him to follow. Wordlessly, Hua Ren complied, trailing behind as they ventured through a dimly lit corridor hidden behind the inn. The man moved quickly, leading Hua Ren down a narrow, spiraling staircase that seemed to wind endlessly into the earth. 


The further they descended, the more the faint hum of noise grew into a low, distant rumble. Hua Ren's sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, taking in the thickness of the stone walls. This place was certainly designed for secrecy. He wondered what could be hidden so deep beneath an inn. As they reached the bottom of the staircase, a massive black steel door with the carving of two identical crouching tigers came into view. The symbol of the Twin Tigers Inn. 


Chapter 47