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. Bailey tricked me into drinking

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

wolves’ prime research subject. They drained my blood, cut my flesh, hoping to extract whatever

that if I endured long enough, salvation

the virus. My entire

came to medicine; her fame as a brilliant medical prodigy

the reason I had never awakened my wolf was because Bailey had secretly been drugging me with

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

wolf doctors praised my will to live, saying I

with their

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

finally, yesterday—the serum had been completed. But the thing that could save my life was now dangling in Bailey’s hand like

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

why

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

Now, before killing me, she wanted

“You won’t tell me?”

in her hand threateningly. “Is anything more important than your life? You’re not even

a cold laugh and ignored

me unmoved, Bailey grew spiteful and played her trump

That wench! She helped me ruin you; she’s the one who poisoned you behind your back. Don’t you want

Miguel was the strongest Alpha in the northern packs…

Hearing it now was

marrying Henry had been her dream. But Mariana had stolen

too. I regretted

blind. If only I hadn’t fallen in love with that man—if I hadn’t clung so desperately to our engagement—I

wouldn’t have been drugged, violated…

again. Regret, hatred—they boiled

it wrong to love someone? Was it wrong to be kind?

it already… you liar. I know that syringe… is filled with wolfsbane!” My bloodshot eyes

foolish hope. She would only