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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 first rays of morning crept softly into the room, casting a pale wash of light across the floorboards. Hua Ren stirred, his lashes fluttering as he woke to an unfamiliar stillness. A low groan escaped his lips as he tried to sit up, only to pause halfway when a wave of dizziness rolled over him. His limbs felt like lead—sore, sluggish, and faintly trembling. He pressed a hand to his temple and sat there, hunched and dazed, until his vision steadied. 


Something didn’t feel right. Why was he so dizzy? What happened? 


A persistent ache pulsed through his body, most intensely in his hips and lower back, as if he’d been stretched and used for hours—days, even. His skin prickled with sensitivity, and when he shifted slightly, a dull, stinging pressure throbbed at the base of his spine. 


“What happened to me…?” He murmured, trying to recall the night before, but everything was muddled—flashes of heat, shadows, a golden gaze, hands on his body, a voice whispering his name. 


Chapter 86