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.

It demanded talent, and more importantly, generations of legacy.

I needed to

not to believe me,” I said, shrugging. “Go find another wolf medic. Oh–wait. You’re

bleeding is getting worse. The silver in your system is suppressing your natural healing. If this keeps up, you won’t make it

and flushed as he weighed his options. Finally, he let out a cold grunt and dropped the dagger, slumping

The

you’re planning anything,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’ll kill you. Then I’ll kill your entire

“Sure.”

dry 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 bit

needle between my fingers and hovered it

focus had already shifted–into the feel of the needle, the steady energy in my palm, the rhythm

patient’s own internal energy, aligning the flow and stabilizing their vital

But mine was different.

method I practiced transferred my energy–my life force–into the patient through the needle.

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as “vital essence,” was what allowed us

always said our technique was a blessing

even slow aging and extend life. In my last life, by my mid–thirties, I’d nearly