Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 133 The Moment We Fight Back

Aubrey’s POV

Under the cold moonlight, his wolf fangs gleamed with bloodlust.

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Run? On fragile human legs, there was no chance of outrunning a Beta warwolf in full hunt mode. All I had left was my smaller frame and barely enough agility to dodge through the forest I knew so well.

A flash of ferocity lit my eyes–I didn’t run. I charged.

Just as his massive body lunged toward me, I kicked off the rough tree trunk beside me, using the force to leap upward. I aimed straight for his back. If I could climb onto him–just maybe…

But I underestimated him. This gray wolf was no rookie. As one of Ulrich’s elite, battle instinct was etched into his bones. His huge body moved with stunning speed–he jumped clear.

Damn it! My heart sank. Deep inside, I screamed Ella’s name.

No answer.

I had no choice–I ran. Not in a straight line. I zigzagged as fast as I could, trying to throw him off. My golden needle was still lodged in the last werewolf’s body. All I had now was a bone dagger and a pouch of wolfsbane.

it, this was

though I was running with everything I had, he was closing in fast. More than once, I could smell

desperate push, I leapt again–and barely, just

“Ah!”

moment I landed, he let out a deafening roar like he’d been scalded with

gone haywire. He bucked and

his neck fur with both hands, clinging like a suction cup. I waited… waited… and then sprang forward, onto his head, plunging the dagger deep into one

“Die!” I shouted.

howled in agony–but that wasn’t enough. I slapped a handful of wolfsbane powder straight into the

time, the scream pierced the forest like a blade, startling birds into flight. The pain was maddening. His blood–red eye blinked furiously, trying to focus on me–the omega who

drove it into his other eye, dumping the rest of the

he was truly out

cannonball gone rogue, smashing into trees, leaping wildly,

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into trunks with bone–crunching

jumped off before he could take me down with

for minutes. Maybe ten. Maybe fifteen. Then, at last, he collapsed, exhausted, crashing to

ran forward without hesitation and drove the dagger into his throat. Warm blood