Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 111

Chapter 111 A Bitter Harvest

Aubrey’s POV

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Listening to the sounds of pain coming from both sides of the road, I frowned, feeling like I had still come too late.

I should’ve come with alpha Henry the moment he said he was heading to Stella Pack.

I clenched my fists and looked around before walking straight to a little werewolf girl sitting under a tree.

She seemed to have just gotten infected, not yet burning with fever. Her left leg looked torn up, like it had been mauled by a beast, bloodied and mangled.

I crouched down and looked her in the eye. But unlike all the empty, dazed, or agonized stares I’d seen along the road, her gaze was steady–like she was waiting for something.

“Can I look at your wound?”

I asked gently. The girl struggled to stretch out her left leg for me.

Her face was sunken, her body just as frail. I rolled up her pant leg, and sure enough, what I saw was even worse–dark red and black flesh, rotting with a foul stench. Some of the tissue was visibly pulsing. On closer look, it was crawling with maggots, greedily devouring the dead flesh.

reborn,

previous life. I’d once cut rotting flesh and worms out of my own body. Seeing this now didn’t scare me–it just

drive a person insane. The girl seemed frightened by the sight of her own wound, but she was too weak to scream or struggle. She just stared at me, wide–eyed, and that look tugged at something


wrap it up for you. If you’re scared,

took a

girl shook her head. Her voice was dry and hoarse, and her small face looked sad. “I got infected two days ago… I’m going to die… Don’t waste your

said firmly, pressing her leg to keep

the plants from my backpack and

clearly that what this place needed wasn’t just more werewolf healers–it needed a cure

memory. I still remembered the main ingredients used in the detox serum that cured the T–flu in my last life. I didn’t remember the exact ratios—I’d only glanced at it once–but if I had a lab, 1 was confident

anesthetic, so I used one on the

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A Bitter

tissue.

doing sitting under this

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cleaned the wound and

I wanted to see

chest tighten. Her brother had probably been forcibly conscripted. These untrained werewolves were nothing more than cannon

my jacket and draped it over her. “I need a pot

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