Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 95 Retribution

Third Person POV

Leon managed just a few words before falling back asleep from exhaustion.

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“My brother…” Mateo turned quickly to Aubrey. She was already crouched beside Leon, checking his condition carefully.

A moment later, her expression cased. “He’s fine.”

She straightened up and added calmly, “And as for your brother’s illness? For me, it’s nothing serious. He’ll be fully recovered within six months. Running, jumping, no different from any other healthy werewolf.”

Mateo’s eyes widened in disbelief. The congenital condition that had baffled the best healers in the pack- and this Omega said she could cure it in six months?

His throat moved, voice hoarse. “Really?”

“You’ll see for yourself soon enough,” Aubrey replied with a half–smile. Then she turned to Shane, who was still pinned to the ground by the guards. Her voice was chillingly calm. “This bastard tampered with the medicine to try and kill someone through my hands. Clearly, I was the target. So… am I allowed to retaliate?”

She said it so matter–of–factly, with zero emotion in her voice, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Mateo, guilt–ridden for having wrongly accused her, nodded without hesitation.

“Of course.”

radiating off her was palpable. She

Aubrey’s POV

terror on Shane’s

I had never hurt him. But he betrayed me over and over again for his own gain. If that’s how he wanted

bullet, then calmly placed the remaining bullets across the back of Shane’s hand as he lay face–down, pinned by four werewolf guards under Mateo’s orders. I could

you,” I said, placing the toe of my boot atop the bullets, feeling the shape of bone beneath. “All I know is that from the very first meeting, you were plotting to kill me. If Mateo had torn my throat out earlier, I bet you would’ve

I spoke, I pressed

“No! That wasn’t my idea! It was… it

Bailey’s name, I couldn’t

shifting my weight. After awakening Ella, my physical

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level.

“Bailey.. huh?”

each word, I pressed down harder with the tip of my boot. The crunch

snap.

You’re breaking my

let out a shrill scream, writhing