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

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

power centers; most wouldn’t recognize me as Alpha Henry’s former

dry clothes, I finally lay on the bed and felt

all. I’d slept

I got up again. I still had something

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

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the reason/I hadn’t died from the Lupine Virus and

afford

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

I’d learned depended entirely on that energy every nezille reflect

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keep my crength and focus sharp

drenched in sweat. Subdenly, a loud crash erupted

smashed through the wooden window and leapt inside. It hit the Bloor with a thud,

approached. I knew these small motels weren’t exactly safe. but this? I hadn’t expected things to be

the man stirred, he

disgusting. Get away from

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

instinctively take half a step back–not because he was intimidating, but because of the

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