Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 35 Tipping the Scales

Mateo’s POV

The moment the needle pierced my skin, my pupils shrank.

Something about the Omega changed. The bathrobe hung loosely around her, but suddenly it gave off the air of a sacred healer’s robe. Her blue eyes–usually soft–were glowing with an intense, unwavering light. Right now, her entire world seemed to focus on that one needle.

And the moment it went in, I felt it.

A burst of heat surged through my abdomen. The ugly bruising began to dissolve before my eyes–literally disappearing, like ink diluted in water.

It was as if the needle had sparked something in my body–a jolt of pure vitality, jumpstarting a deep, instinctual healing process. It wasn’t just healing. I was regenerating. From the inside out.

Even my wolf, Odera, growled low in my consciousness, shocked. “Impossible. She’s channeling lunar energy through the needle!”

If Odera said that, then it had to be real. This wasn’t some common street medic.

I’d met dry needling practitioners before–hell, even my mother’s migraines could only be relieved by monthly sessions from one of the top–tier needle healers. But none of them, none, could do what this Omega just did heal internal trauma with a single strike.

Her needle didn’t just redirect energy. It restored life.

I suddenly thought… if I could get her to treat Simon….

I didn’t act right away. I waited until she had finished realigning my dislocated ankle–then, quick as a whip, I grabbed her wrist.

“Die… or come with me. Choose.”

Her blue eyes shimmered with

the person who just

My fingers clenched tighter.

everything and everyone to your advantage.

to threaten her

want me to treat

My blood froze.

Simon.

about him. I kept his condition heavily guarded. No one knew.

one.

35 Tipping the

Finisher

the throat and slammed her against the wall One squeeze, and I

breathing shallowly. “Don’t remember me? Alpha Mateo….

Aubrey?

several seconds before the pieces

That Omega from the

stared, stunned. What

be a dingy motel room occupied by the very Omega

made sense now–how

her again. I’d seen Henry’s fiancée from afar before–head always down, plain, timid, invisible. A

front of me–gorgeous, sharp, powerful–was nothing like that ghost from my memory. Was this

expression darkened at my words,

nine generations. My father gave it up, but I inherited my grandfather’s legacy. If you want me to save your brother, hire me. Or go find someone

she pried my hand