Zhee_Aliyu

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

One tried to swing a machete at him from behind but Hua Ren ducked and grabbed the man’s arm mid-swing, twisted, and broke it at the elbow. The scream that followed was cut short by a cold heel to the throat. The man fell to the ground, clutching his throat in pain. 


Another came at Hua Ren with a torch which Hua Ren tore from the bandit’s grip, and drove the burning end straight into his gut. The man screamed at the top of his lungs, collapsing and writhing in agony. 


Hua Ren sidestepped the next one and drove his knee into the man’s ribs, shattering them. The man wheezed and dropped to his knees, just in time to be met by a spinning back kick to the head that left him unconscious. 


“Tch.” Hua Ren scoffed. “And here I thought I’d get a decent fight.” He hadn't even used a quarter of his full strength. 


Chapter 95