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

“S-Sheng Fei,” Hua Ren murmured, his voice weak and pleading. He tried to move, tried to get away from the spine tingling sensation but he couldn't muster even an atom of strength. 


"You're so wet." Sheng Fei whispered, marveling at the amount of pre-cum leaking out Hua Ren’s shaft. Not to forget the intoxicating scent that was mixing with his pheromones. It made him so hard that it was taking all his willpower to not pin Hua Ren down on the bed and take him. Mark him permanently and declare to the world that the Ivory Warlord was his and his alone. 


Chapter 66