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

The Emperor gestured toward the cushions, his long sleeves flowing gracefully. “Please, have a seat.” 


“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Hua Ren said, gracefully lowering himself onto the cushion. 


The Emperor seated himself across from him, reaching for a porcelain teapot. He poured the steaming liquid into two delicate cups, the scent of jasmine and herbs wafting between them. “It is Bi Luo Chun,” the Emperor said, his voice smooth. “I heard it’s your favorite.” 


Hua Ren offered a polite smile, lifting the cup to his lips. The tea was pleasant, but it wasn’t his favorite. He wondered where the Emperor had gotten his information from. 


The Emperor leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto Hua Ren. “So, I believe you’ve had more than enough time to think about my proposal, right, Hua Ren?” 


Chapter 70