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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

Thick, cloying, and completely overwhelming. Rich, sweet, and suffocating in its intensity. The moment it hit his senses; his body reacted violently. His breath hitched, and without thinking, he broke the kiss, his heart pounding in a wild frenzy as he scrambled off the bed, putting as much distance between them as he could, his mind in chaos. 


A sharp, visceral heat coiled in his gut, a raw, primal hunger that made his vision blur for a moment. His heartbeat pounded against his ribs, hard and insistent, like war drums signaling the beginning of a battle. 


‘No no no no no’ he thought, shaking his head. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now, not like this. It was too soon. Yet, the scent of peaches—so potent, so intoxicating—curled around him like a vice, sinking its claws into his mind and body, unraveling the control he had honed for years. His muscles tensed, his hands curling into fists at his sides as a bone-deep ache spread through him. 


Chapter 82