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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 nudged the door open with the tip of his boot, arms full of neatly packed bags, his face lit with the softest smile for he was excited to see his mate but he suddenly froze the moment he stepped into the room and found it empty. 


The bags slipped from his fingers, thudding softly to the floor and his heart leapt to his throat. The first thought that came to his mind was that Hua Ren had ran away. 


Panic coiled like a viper in his chest, squeezing his lungs shut. He knew it. He had moved too fast. Hua Ren must have woken up and found out that he was marked and so, he ran away. 


Sheng Fei balled his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He didn't even know what to think, what to do. He wondered where Hua ren could have gone. Did he find his way back to the capital? Was he going to go back to the Emperor? 


Chapter 87