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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

Hua Ren gasped when he felt Sheng Fei’s hand slither down his abdomen and grab his dick, those long calloused fingers wrapping around him gently but also firmly. He let out a choked whimper as Sheng Fei began to pump his little length, tugging it deliciously from root to tip. His mind went hazy under the double onslaught and Sheng fei didn’t stop, not even for a second until his omega was a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. 


Every time Sheng Fei’s tongue grazed over those flushed peaks, another needy little sound spilled from Hua Ren’s parted lips—soft, breathy moans that cracked at the end. Barely-contained whimpers that trembled with desperation. 


They were music to Sheng Fei’s ears. No—better. A symphony composed just for him. Only him. 


As Sheng Fei pumped him, Hua Ren felt that sharp tingling sensation again, signalling his impending orgasm. Sheng Fei felt it too from the way Hua Ren's body tensed and he began to move faster. 


Chapter 84