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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

Yet despite his irritation, he held the lilac robe against his body for a second then began to undress. He couldn't just keep wearing the white sheets. Especially since he wanted to leave the house. 


Although he didn't like the colour, he admitted that Sheng Fei chose well. The fabric was soft, lighter than he had expected, and lined with delicate silver thread and pretty leaf patterns. Simple but elegant. It slipped over his frame easily, wrapping around him like a sigh. He fastened the sash tightly, tying it twice. 


He gazed around and found his sword in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall. He crossed the room and lifted it carefully, wearing it diagonally across the chest. 


Chapter 89