Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 34 The Hidden Blade

Aubrey’s POV

“I’m just trying to perform dry needling. You’re the one overreacting.”

Finished

I tossed aside the hairpin and casually twirled the golden needle between my fingers. “As you can see, it’s

only five inches long. Sharp, sure–but it’s flexible. If your muscles are tense, it won’t even pierce your

skin.”

I glanced at the dagger still pressed to my neck and smiled like it was nothing. “Unless… are you really that scared an Omega like me could take down a big, bad Alpha like you?”

“Of course not.”

Mateo scoffed, but the tight line of his brow and the wariness in his eyes didn’t waver. “But dry needling? You?”

He wasn’t wrong to doubt me. Dry needling wasn’t something you found in back–alley clinics–it was an elite healing art reserved for royal circles and noble packs. Most werewolves just toughed it out or relied on basic healing potions.

something only passed down in my family. It demanded talent, and more

to explain

wolf medic. Oh–wait. You’re wanted, aren’t

unbothered smile. “Just a reminder, the internal bleeding is getting worse. The silver in your system

his options. Finally, he let out a cold grunt and dropped

The

said through gritted teeth, “I’ll kill you.

“Sure.”

response and didn’t bother with more small talk. I went straight to cleaning the silver shards from his wounds. Maybe because I was still pissed off, my hands were a

last piece was out, I pinched the needle between my fingers and hovered

looked tense, but I didn’t care. My focus had already shifted–into the feel of the needle, the steady

patient’s own internal energy, aligning the

But mine was different.

I practiced transferred my energy–my life force–into the patient

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in my family as “vital essence,” was what allowed

be used to kill. Only to heal. Grandpa always said our technique was a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself, a sacred art

it could even slow aging and extend life. In my last life, by