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

But Sheng Fei acted as though he hadn’t heard a word, leaning closer to inspect the mess with mock seriousness. “You know what? I take it back. Even a five-year-old would’ve done a better job.” 


Hua Ren’s blush deepened, and his glare turned sharper. He huffed, making a move to pull his robe back up over his shoulders. “If you’re not going to do it properly, then get out,” he snapped. 


“Okay, okay, don’t be mad,” Sheng Fei said quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender. How could he let go of an opportunity to touch his mate? “I’ll stop teasing you. Come on, let me fix this.” 


Hua Ren eyed him warily, still holding the fabric of his robe as though debating whether to trust him. He was quite thin-skinned and he hardly ever got teased so he wasn't used to it. 


Sheng Fei smiled, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. “Okay, I promise to behave. I just want to take care you.” 


Chapter 62