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 chest heaved as panic surged through him. He tried to move but his limbs were too weak to push the Emperor away. 


The Emperor’s smirk widened as he loomed over Hua Ren, his hands grabbing at the fabric of Hua Ren’s robes, swiftly tearing the cloth apart. The sound of ripping fabric and Hua Ren's fearful whimpers filled the now quiet room. The pieces fell away, discarded and scattered across the wooden floor like fallen leaves. 


Hua Ren shivered as the cool air touched his exposed skin. He mustered what little strength he had left, his hands pressing against the Emperor’s chest in a feeble attempt to push him away but to the Emperor, the touch was like that of a shy lover and he chuckled, amused by the futile struggle, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. 


Chapter 73