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.

reached the Shadowmoon Pack.

My condition progressed slowly, and something in my blood seemed to

hoping to extract whatever was fighting the virus—to create a vaccine that could save the northern werewolves and turn the tide against the

believed that if I endured long enough, salvation would

just the virus.

fame as a brilliant medical prodigy was stolen

awakened my wolf was

I had become Bailey’s stepping stone, the hatred nearly drove me mad. But I couldn’t die, not yet. I hadn’t

to live, saying I was noble to sacrifice

hell with their so-called

they would hurry up and make that

yesterday—the serum had been completed. But the thing that could save my life

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 after that. How

why

glared at her, my teeth clenched. “This is the first time

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

“You won’t tell me?”

weighed the syringe in her hand threateningly. “Is anything more important than

let out a cold laugh and ignored

grew spiteful and

is getting engaged today—to his childhood sweetheart, Mariana. That wench! She helped me ruin you; she’s the one who poisoned you behind your back. Don’t

strongest Alpha in the northern packs… Shadowmoon

name in so long. Hearing it now was like a blade twisting in an old, unhealed

in Bailey’s voice; marrying Henry had been

regretted it too. I regretted it every day

in love with that man—if I hadn’t clung so desperately to

wouldn’t have been drugged,

back again. Regret, hatred—they boiled into hopeless

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

filled with wolfsbane!” My

this room, I had abandoned any foolish hope. She would only deceive me, wring me dry, then kill