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.

virus soon reached the Shadowmoon Pack. Bailey

her disappointment, I hadn’t died. My condition progressed slowly, and something in my blood seemed

to extract whatever was fighting the virus—to create a vaccine that could

naively believed that if I

just the virus. My entire life,

an idiot when it came to medicine; her fame as a brilliant medical prodigy was stolen from me.

wolf was because Bailey had

the hatred nearly drove me mad. But I couldn’t die, not

live, saying I was

hell with their

hurry up and make that serum—so I could survive long

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

you don’t want to die. And honestly, I’m not afraid of you anymore; no 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

why she had

at her, my teeth clenched. “This is the first time I’ve ever known… a person could be

enough for her. Now, before killing me, she wanted to wring out the last bit of value I had left.

“You won’t tell me?”

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

cold

unmoved, Bailey grew spiteful and

Mr. Miguel 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

Miguel was the strongest Alpha in the northern

name in so long. Hearing it now was like

Henry had been her dream. But

regretted it every day

I hadn’t fallen in love with that man—if I hadn’t clung so desperately to our engagement—I wouldn’t

been drugged, violated… almost

Regret, hatred—they

it wrong to be kind?

you liar. I know that syringe… is filled with wolfsbane!”

walked into this room, I had abandoned any foolish hope. She would only deceive me,