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 importantly,

I needed to

shrugging. “Go find another wolf medic. Oh–wait. You’re wanted, aren’t you? In that

bright, unbothered smile. “Just a reminder, the internal bleeding is getting worse. The silver in your system is suppressing your natural healing. If this keeps

face darkened, cycling between pale 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.

“Sure.”

his wounds. Maybe because I

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

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

dry needling simply guided a patient’s own internal energy,

But mine was different.

method I practiced transferred my energy–my life force–into

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“vital essence,” was what allowed

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

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