Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 1 A Tragic Death

Aubrey Mary’s POV

I was going to die, and the killer would be my own sister.

The moment she appeared in the sealed intensive care unit of the Shadowmoon Pack’s Level-Four Virology Research Center, where I was staying, I knew she had come to take my life.

She had no reason to be here. Unless… she was here to make sure I would never leave this room alive.

“Other werewolves infected with the Lupine Virus die screaming in pools of their own blood under the first full moon. But you?” Bailey Mary stood beside my bed, towering over me, a mocking smirk tugging at her lips. “You not only survived; you didn’t even become contagious. A perfect test subject. These past three years—has the life of a lab rat treated you well?”

I stared at her, my throat too dry to form words.

For three years, the virus had eaten away at my body. Now I was a skeletal shell covered in tubes and needles. Pain had distorted my face beyond recognition; I couldn’t even shift into my wolf form anymore.

My claws, once sharp as blades, were now too fragile to slice through paper. My keen sense of smell, once able to pick out the scent of blood from miles away, now burned painfully from the sharp tang of disinfectant in this very room.

And Bailey, she was still beautiful, still powerful. If anything, she had become even more beloved by the pack.

She twirled a syringe in her hand, filled with a pale yellow liquid that glistened in the light.

“Oh, this? It’s the anti-viral serum they finally developed just yesterday. You’ve clung to life this long, all for this, haven’t you? They took pity on your suffering, so the moment it was ready, they prepared a dose just for you. All you have to do is take the shot—you’ll be cured! Aubrey, don’t you want it?”

I did. I wanted it desperately.

I shut my eyes, burying the despair welling up inside me.

Of course, I wanted it. But now that the serum was in my dear sister’s hands, I knew today would likely be my last. After all, I had only contracted the Lupine Virus because of Bailey.

Five years ago, the Alpha King who ruled over all werewolf packs had died unexpectedly, leaving no heir behind. The once-unified werewolf clans fractured immediately. After a bloody struggle, the land had split between North and South.

The southern werewolves, working with evil sorcerers, engineered a virus targeting the unique physiology of northern werewolves.

They called it the Lupine Virus. Once infected, northern werewolves would lose their bond with their wolf, their organs would rapidly fail, and they would die in agony and despair.

Pack. Bailey tricked me

I hadn’t died. My condition progressed slowly,

and I became the wolves’ prime research subject. They drained my blood, cut my flesh, hoping to extract whatever was fighting the virus—to

had naively believed that if

the virus. My entire life,

it came to medicine; her fame as a brilliant medical prodigy was stolen from me. She had taken

had never awakened my wolf was because Bailey had secretly

how I had become Bailey’s stepping stone, the hatred nearly

saying I was noble to sacrifice myself for the

with

years of torment so they would hurry up and make that serum—so I could survive

thing that could save my life was now

one would believe anything you say. So here’s the deal—give me the combination to your lab’s safe, and I’ll inject you with the serum. I’ll even send you abroad

why she

is the first time I’ve ever known… a person could be

wasn’t enough for her. Now, before killing me, she wanted to wring out the last bit of value I

“You won’t tell me?”

with malice. She weighed the syringe in her hand threateningly. “Is anything more important than your life? You’re not even a

out a cold

spiteful and played her trump

She helped me ruin you; she’s the one

in

it now was like a blade twisting in an

in Bailey’s voice; marrying Henry had been her dream. But Mariana

regretted

I hadn’t fallen in love with that man—if I hadn’t clung so desperately to our engagement—I wouldn’t have been driven to ruin, body and

been drugged,

back again. Regret, hatred—they boiled

someone? Was it wrong to be kind? Why had I ended up

is filled with wolfsbane!” My bloodshot eyes burned

this room, I had abandoned any foolish hope. She would only