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

Hua Ren’s eyes followed his movements, watching as Sheng Fei carefully set down the bowl and opened the box, removing a roll of cotton. He then took a knife and gently tore the blood-stiffened fabric around Hua Ren’s shoulder, peeling it back to reveal the deep gash beneath. 


The wound was raw and angry, still oozing slightly. It was obvious that the Emperor truly intended to kill Hua Ren by slitting his throat. If Hua Ren was an ordinary fighter, he would have died instantly. 


Sheng Fei’s hands were steady as he dipped a piece of cotton into the water, wringing it out before bringing it to Hua Ren’s skin. 


The first touch of the cool, damp cotton against his shoulder made Hua Ren flinch, and his face tightened in pain. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, his complexion white. It hurt. It really really hurt. But he felt he deserved it. In fact, it wasn't enough. He deserved more for all the innocent people he had slain in the name of the Emperor. 


Chapter 54