Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 297 The Therapist’s Question

Third Person POV

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For as long as John could remember, the werewolf he admired most was his cousin—Alpha Henry.

Second only to him was Mariana, the beta she–wolf who had once saved Henry’s life as a child. Without her bravery, his cousin would have been long dead.

But now, after only three or four years away traveling, everything had changed.

Mariana had been demoted to an omega. And Alpha Henry… he showed extreme favoritism toward that omega named Aubrey.

Back when John left the Shadowmoon Pack, Henry had treated Aubrey with utter indifference.

So John became convinced: Aubrey must have struck a deal with the dark witch. She must have given Henry some strange potion or charm to make him so obsessed with her.

That was why, ignoring his parents‘ objections, he had thrown himself into this medical research team.

He needed to uncover what Aubrey had done. More than that–he intended to make her fall for him, only to throw her aside and force Henry to cast her out of the Shadowmoon Pack.

After leaving the lab, Aubrey received a psychic message from Adelyn asking her to return. She wanted to introduce her to someone.

On the way back, Aubrey happened to pass the group dispersing from the family meeting. The Miguel elders brushed by her, their gazes full of scorn and contempt.

And to protect her as an omega, the fact that she was leading the Kajit virus antidote research

them mention Bailey and the Fog Pack. Could

moment before she continued forward, heading straight

“Aubrey, let’s go.”

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led her into a quiet, sunlit room

beige knit scarf,

Aubrey? I’m Wemble, your

turned to face her, he exuded a calm, distant

her eyes

smiled. “Aubrey, Mr. Wemble may be young, but he’s a renowned therapist, and his character is

Aubrey aside, whispering, “If you don’t like him, it’s fine. I know other healers

concern in Adelyn’s eyes, Aubrey

“Alright. Thank you.”

and your and Henry’s conditions–Mr. Wemble already knows. You don’t have to hide

Wemble was trusted that much by

another nod. “Alright. I’ll

fell quiet again, Aubrey sat across from Wemble. He smiled. “No