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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

"Sheng Fei…" Hua Ren called, softly. Barely above a whisper. 


But it hit him like a blade to the gut. How could a person sound so divine? So heavenly? 


"Please…" Hua Ren continued, his warm breath fanning Sheng Fei’s lips, making Sheng Fei shiver and lick his lips for even Hua Ren’s breath smelled of sweet peaches. It was like a noose, pulling him closer and closer, making him want to abandon all reason. 


 "I need you Sheng Fei…" Hua Ren said, raising a hand to touch the skin of Sheng Fei’s heated cheek. 


A growl tore from his throat, raw and dangerous. His last thread of control snapped so violently that he barely registered closing the space between them. One second, he was fighting to stay away—the next, Hua Ren was beneath him, trapped between his burning body and the cool sheets. 


Chapter 83