Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 32 The Debt

Mateo’s POV

When I gave the order, she frowned–but then slipped off her jacket without a word, revealing a snug tank top underneath..

Her lean upper body was clearly defined, and her lower half was dressed in form–fitting athletic leggings— no room to hide anything, not weapons… and definitely not her figure.

I had to admit–this Omega was flawless. That sweat–soaked body, just barely veiled by the damp fabric, could stir the blood of any male werewolf with a working pulse.

A slow heat rose in my gut, tightening as I watched. My Adam’s apple bobbed as I swallowed, voice low and rough. “Keep going. Don’t stall.”

Aubrey’s POV

Keep going?

Like this wasn’t enough? Anyone could see there was nowhere to hide anything. He was clearly doing this to mess with me.

So instead, I walked to the bathroom door, grabbed the stainless–steel handle–and with one firm tug. yanked it clean off the hinges.

Mateo’s smirk vanished. His whole body went tense.

shake before

slightly stronger–than–average Omega. I took the lock off the bathroom door–does that make you feel safer? It’s frosted glass. You’ll be able to see my shadow while I’m in there. If anything

meant was, Try me

darkened, I calmly stepped into the bathroom and pulled

I pushed the worry aside. I hadn’t had my wolf for years–I could

down and turned

system, the better my body would become. My wolf

felt sharper. I smiled to myself, completely ignoring Mateo outside

The Zach family…

be a shadowy titan lurking beneath the surface of every major werewolf pack. A true underground syndicate, Like ghosts, they’d appear out of nowhere–and if you paid enough, they’d do anything for

Chapter 32 The Debt

Alpha King was the visible ruler of the werewolf world, then the Zach family had once

was a

back with full force–a bloody purge that nearly wiped them out. Those who survived scattered and hid like

But even so, they still had access to

downfall had everything to

tilted my head back under the water, letting it slam into my forehead–just enough to cool the boiling hatred

rose to fame, she forced me to be her “assistant,” covering