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.”

laughed. Laughed! Her blue eyes

how you thank the person

My fingers clenched tighter.

and everyone to your advantage. If I hadn’t been ruthless, my brother and I would’ve been torn apart by our own kin a

threaten her again–when she leaned in

want me to treat your brother, don’t

My blood froze.

Simon.

him. I kept his condition

one.

Tipping

Finisher

you know about Simon?!” I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall One squeeze, and I could crush her windpipe. But… I

faintly, breathing shallowly. “Don’t remember me? Alpha

Aubrey?

for several seconds before the

That Omega

What were the

a dingy motel room occupied

sense now–how she knew

seen Henry’s fiancée from afar before–head always down, plain,

nothing like that ghost from my

darkened at my words,

for nine generations. My father gave it up, but I inherited my grandfather’s legacy. If you want

my hand off