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 pain became unbearable for Hua Ren so he grunted and pushed the Emperor backward. Staggering, he pressed his palm to his shoulder, panting heavily. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples as he leaned against the door for support. It hurt so much. 


The Emperor stumbled but quickly regained his balance, his eyes wide with shock at Hua Ren’s defiance. 


"You dare—" but his voice faltered as he noticed a crimson stain spreading across Hua Ren’s white robe. His expression shifted to one of stunned disbelief as he stared at his own hand, now smeared with blood. 


For a fleeting moment, silence filled the space between them. 


“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, striding toward Hua Ren. “I overreacted. I’m sorry.” His tone was softer and regretful. He reached out cautiously, but Hua Ren instinctively shuffled back, shaking his head. 


Chapter 71