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

As the dust settled, the two men stood, glaring at each other. 


Sheng Fei was calm, holding Hua Ren protectively in his arms while the Emperor was enraged. His pheromones spread over the area, choking and oppressive. Even the smaller animals stayed far away, afraid of his anger. 


He stepped forward, unsheathing his blade with a sharp, metallic hiss. He pointed the tip directly at Sheng Fei, his voice low. “Give him to me if you value your life.” 


Hua Ren tensed in Sheng Fei’s arms, his fingers clutching tightly at Sheng Fei’s robes as a slight tremble coursed through him. He didn't want to leave Sheng Fei’s arms at all. Even if he did then certainly not to the Emperor. 


Sheng Fei glanced down, his expression softening instantly as he saw the fear in Hua Ren’s beautiful pale eyes. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Hua Ren’s forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as he inhaled the scent of peach and white jasmine that was uniquely Hua Ren’s. 


Chapter 75