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

"Where do you keep your night garments?" Sheng Fei asked softly once Hua Ren was settled. 


"Right behind you," Hua Ren murmured, nodding toward the wardrobe. 


Sheng Fei glanced over his shoulder and walked toward the wardrobe, pulling open the doors. Inside, he found row after row of robes folded with meticulous care, nearly all in shades of white, cream, or a soft, milky hue. Sheng Fei shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. 'Typical Ivory Warlord' he thought. 'Always dressed in white.' 


With a small sigh, he picked out a set of soft, milk-colored trousers and a matching shirt, turning back toward Hua Ren. But the sight that met his eyes made him pause, the garments momentarily forgotten in his hands. 


Chapter 55