Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 368 If You Can Endure

Third Person POV

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Aubrey’s smile froze, and for a moment all she could hear was the sudden quickening of her own heartbeat. As a sharp–sensed alpha werewolf, she could read the slightest emotional tremors in the air. Yet Leon’s words carried such simple, untainted feeling that they caught her completely off guard.

His clear voice rang out again, steady this time.

“I feel like you prefer a life that’s simple and free. I don’t have much to offer… except that I like you. And that feeling is simple.”

Aubrey looked up and met his eyes. His youthful smile was tinted with shyness, and in the fading sunset he seemed to glow with a gentle warmth. She could even smell the clean, sun- washed scent of grass on him, something that, to a wolf like her, carried a strangely soothing pull.

She parted her lips to speak, but before she could, Leon pressed a finger lightly against them. His laugh was soft, almost playful.

“You don’t have to answer right away. And you don’t need to feel burdened. I just hope that my liking you can be as simple as sunlight chasing the breeze, or a sail yearning for the sea. If you need me, I’ll be here. If you don’t… I’ll still be here. As someone you can always trust.”

On the drive back, Aubrey’s lips curved faintly. Leon’s words had lightened her heart. His feelings carried none of the calculation or pressure that filled so much of wolf society–only something pure, free of weight, that made her feel unexpectedly at ease.

the moment she stepped into

bringing dishes out of the kitchen, smiling sweetly at Jax, every inch the image of a dutiful mistress of the house. Aubrey’s mood

was carefully restrained. The last time–when Aubrey had forced her to scrub the carpet with poisoned water–the ruthless image had burned itself into her mind. She had decided then that

cold sneer. “Smells good. I

had hardly touched

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the pot and serve it at the table, then call it her own work, Jax, ever the fool, had

contentment.

Aurelia forced a strained smile. “It’s nothing–just

“Heh.”

edged like a blade. She strode forward with long, commanding steps.

uneasy. He still

haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Jax tried to soften the mood with a

Perfect timing. I’ve never

a slice of lamb, her hands tense.

brow. “Since when do

Jax sighed, holding his bowl. “She’s