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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 exhaled sharply, suppressing the frustration coiling in his chest. Another guard stepped forward, voice cautious. “Your Majesty, what are your orders?” 


He tilted his head back, gazing at the sky. A faint glow on the horizon signaled the approach of dawn. Too late. He had chased enough rebels in his lifetime to know—once they disappeared into the shadows, they would not be found unless they wished it. 


His hands curled into fists. Hua Ren. His Ivory Warlord. Gone. 


The thought sent a wave of something sharp and bitter through him. The anger in his veins simmered into something cold and cruel. He turned to his men, his voice deep and curt. 


Chapter 80: Mark me