Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 132 Light the Fire, Then Burn the Chains

Aubrey’s POV

Funshed

“Stop saying that crap! Just because you’re an omega doesn’t mean you can’t fight! Didn’t you learn basic combat and cooperative hunting at the werewolf training camps?! That stuff is enough!”

The fire was growing fast. I could barely keep my frustration in check, but they just stared at the ground, faces pale and gripped by fear.

A wave of cold disappointment and helplessness washed over me. Maybe, after so many years of oppression and hearing “Omegas should know their place,” they’d simply forgotten how to fight back.

“Forget it…” I took a deep breath and swallowed the bitterness. My voice dropped cold. “Do whatever you want.”

I turned to go on my own–but then the omega girl gently tugged at my sleeve.

“Where… where are you going?” she asked, voice barely more than a whisper, trembling with tears.

“To kill them,” I said flatly.

“You’re not scared?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re just an omega…”

“Yeah, I am. I can’t even shift anymore.” I looked her in the eyes. Without Ella, all I had left were my fighting skills. “But I just snapped the necks of two Beta warriors with my bare hands. And I sure as hell won’t bury my head in the dirt like an ostrich while those bastards from the south burn our forest–our home–to the ground!”

moved to leave again, but she grabbed my hand and whispered, “I’m

at her. Guilt

Stella Pack, only gamma and beta wolves are allowed to go to school,” she said quietly. “They say letting. omegas study is a waste of the pack’s

bone–handled dagger and a pouch of powder. “This

like straw, her frame so thin her bones were visible, and her wide eyes–too large from years of

worry.

hoarded by those higher up the ladder. These omegas had fought

frail, and barely breathing. There was no lack of love for their home in their eyes. It

giving in again and again–until death

make it back. You guys… get ready

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132 Light the Fire, Then Burn the

left the

Finished

cover of tall grass, I crept toward the two werewolves.

That omega’s tough! Even wounded, she’s

off! I just saw her snap one of our guys‘ necks- she’s not just

And with comms cut off, we don’t even know what’s happening with

they’d split up. I crouched in the grass, forcing a wry smile. A direct fight was risky–especially since I