Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 150 A Deal with Death

Aubrey’s POV

The seriousness in his eyes caught me off guard.

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I looked away instinctively. “You’re not worried about yourself, and you’re worried about me?”

“What is there left to worry about?” Alpha Henry said plainly. “I’ve already accepted that I’m dying. Is there anything worse than that?”

“You’re too optimistic, Alpha.” I shook my head. “If we never crack the Q–Virus, you’ll just suffer more and more. The complications alone could make you wish you were dead. And when that time comes, you might hate me–for keeping you alive just to suffer.”

I said it to scare him, hoping he’d forget his original question. But he just stared at me quietly, those violet–tinged eyes piercing through my excuses. I faltered.

Then he smiled softly and said, “Nice try. But stop avoiding the question. Tell me the truth. If the damage to you is severe, I’ll end the treatment.”

He paused, then added, “You can also choose not to answer. In that case, I’ll stop everything immediately.”

“You’re insane,” I snapped. “Relax. It’s nothing serious–it just makes me a little more tired than usual.”

I didn’t tell him that every time I used the needle, it drained my energy, damaged my vital essence, and–over time–would shorten my lifespan. If I told him the truth, he’d refuse treatment without hesitation.

Just like that, seven days passed in a blink. Alpha Henry was still alive and doing well. Adelyn could hardly thank me enough, and Sean’s trust in me solidified completely. He even promised that if I cured Alpha Henry, I could have whatever I wanted.

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Henry’s POV

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A Deal with

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Autumn winds swept through, blanketing the ground with

leaves.

condition had stabilized. The wolf medics all agreed I was no longer in immediate danger. They even developed a daily suppressant to keep the virus

the entire time, giving me

time for your treatment.

in without expression,

whole body would tense instinctively. Her eyes were cold, but every

I stripped down, leaving on a

eighteen gold needles beside

warmth spread through me, easing the constant pain. Even if temporary, the relief felt so good it made me want to moan. Callen, my wolf, let out a soft, satisfied howl

I turned

her pull out each needle, her slim waist swaying in front of me.

my eyes, suppressing

stolen interactions–they weren’t

close, sometimes distant. But how could anything move forward when life and death still hung

are always messy, especially with someone like Aubrey. She was

she left, Not