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

Hua Ren’s arms trembled as he pushed himself off the ground, his legs barely holding under him. The room spun around him, his vision blurred by the haze of exhaustion and pain. He gritted his teeth, willing his body to stand, but his knees buckled, and he collapsed back onto the cold, uneven floor. 


"Y-You did something to me." Hua Ren coughed, shuffling backwards. He knew that there was no way he would easily lose to the Emperor. They Emperor must have done something to him. Was it the incense? Was it the tea? Or was it when he was touched? 


The Emperor’s silhouette loomed closer, framed by the dim light of the lanterns. His dark eyes glinting like shards of ice. "So what if I did?" He sneered, crouching before Hua Ren. He reached out, pinching Hua Ren's chin between his fingers. 


Hua Ren jerked his head away, but the Emperor gripped his jaw hard, forcing their eyes to meet. 


Chapter 72