Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 30 I Have Nothing to Do with You

Charles POV

Aubrey reached out; she lightly wrapped her arms around me. I was startled and pressed back tightly against the driver’s seat.

My face grew even redder; it felt like my brain had shut down completely. All I could think was at this distance… was she trying to….

Then I heard a faint click- Aubrey had unlocked the car door.

As soon as the lock clicked, she abruptly pulled away. The flirtatious look on her face vanished, replaced by a cold indifference.

“Don’t call me your cousin again. We’re not related by blood, and we will never be friends. Stop following

me.”

With that, Aubrey got out of the car. I wanted to stop her; my hand reached out instinctively, but in the end. 1 let it fall helplessly.

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I hadn’t realized that things between Aubrey and Aunt had gotten this bad so bad that the entire Lynn family had turned against her.

For some reason, it left me feeling heavy inside.

Frustrated, I shifted into wolf form and ran deep into the forest to clear my head. I couldn’t figure it out hadn’t done anything to Aubrey. Why did she resent me so much? Just because of a few biased words I’d said earlier?

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Aubrey’s POV

bought a change of clothes; then I found a small motel and checked in. My status was too complicated – only

removed from the power centers; most wouldn’t recognize me as Alpha Henry’s

dry clothes, I finally lay on

faintly musty; I didn’t mind at all. I’d slept in far worse places – this was already

up again.

as I hadn’t been captured or crippled, I never skipped the training my grandfather had taught me.

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come to fully appreciate the value of this training. I even suspected that part of the reason/I hadn’t died from the Lupine

couldn’t afford to

waited training when I was hist ots gears old, but in wen’t um 1 wat ten than I could truly sense the form of

learned depended entirely on that energy every nezille reflect

the

to keep my crength and focus sharp at

I was drenched in sweat. Subdenly, a loud

wolf had smashed through the wooden window and leapt inside. It hit the Bloor with a thud, then shifted back

I cautiously approached. I knew these small motels weren’t exactly

the man stirred, he frowned and lifted his

disgusting. Get away from

already turned red; his fangs bared as he snarled at me. The threat was clear–if! dared

a step back–not because he was intimidating, but because of the face I

long, narrow eyes slanted slightly upward: thick lashes cast sharp shadows beneath them. His irises were a rare dark gold, like poisoned cornflowers. Across the bridge of his nose ran an old scar- not disfiguring, but adding a