Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Third Person POV

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The bathroom hung heavy with steam, every breath thick like syrup, stretching seconds into eternity.

Aubrey’s mind blanked, then flooded with panic and shame. She wanted to turn, to flee, but her body betrayed her–rooted in place, caught and pinned beneath the searing weight of Henry’s eyes. They burned into her skin, cataloging every inch, every tremor, as though deciding exactly where to strike to taste her weakness.

His silence pressed harder than any words.

Gooseflesh prickled across her bare arms.

“I… I didn’t know you were in here.” Her voice scraped low, dry, her hands flying to cover her breasts in a desperate shield.

At last, Henry moved.

kill. Water still trickled down the sculpted ridges of his chest and stomach, each step radiating heat and dominance until only

said, his voice husky, roughened

hand lifted. Aubrey squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face aside—but instead of groping her body, his palm slapped the door shut behind her. The

plea was so faint it almost

didn’t. Instead, his knuckles brushed her cheek, leaving damp warmth

her mind, lulled by the touch of a dominant alpha, drunk on the intimacy. Aubrey herself shuddered, her body betraying her with a traitorous surge of heat pooling low, her knees softening against her

back, stroking in slow, burning passes, a strangled breath broke from her throat, half whimper, half moan. Her legs buckled, and

fused. And then she felt it–hard, heavy,

stomach.

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expecting this?” His breath fanned her

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rapid, unsteady. His too, the strain of control evident in every corded muscle holding