Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Chapter 30 | Have Nothing to Do with You

Charles POV

Aubrey reached out; she lightly wrapped her arms around me. | was startled and pressed back tightly against the

driver's seat.

My face grew even redder; it felt like my brain had shut down completely. All | could think was at this distance...

was she trying to....

Then | heard a faint click- Aubrey had unlocked the car door.

As soon as the lock clicked, she abruptly pulled away. The flirtatious look on her face vanished, replaced by a

cold indifference.

“Don’t callyour cousin again. We're not related by blood, and we will never be friends. Stop following

me.”

With that, Aubrey got out of the car. | wanted to stop her; my hand reached out instinctively, but in the end. 1 let

it fall helplessly.

| hadn't realized that things between Aubrey and Aunt had gotten this bad so bad that the entire Lynn family had

turned against her.

For sreason, it leftfeeling heavy inside.

Frustrated, | shifted into wolf form and ran deep into the forest to clear my head. | couldn't figure it out hadn't

done anything to Aubrey. Why did she resentso much? Just because of a few biased words I'd said earlier?

Aubrey’s POV

After getting out of the car, | went straight to a sportswear store on the street and bought a change of clothes;

then | found a small motel and checked in. My status was too complicated - only places like this wouldn't ask

questions.

Werewolves here were far removed from the power centers; most wouldn't recognizeas Alpha Henry's

former fiancée.

After showering and changing into dry clothes, | finally lay on the bed and felt a sense of relief.

The room smelled faintly musty; | didn’t mind at all. I'd slept in far worse places - this was already an

improvement.

After ten minutes, | got up again. | still had something to do.

No matter how tired | was, as long as | hadn't been captured or crippled, | never skipped the training my

grandfather had taught me.

In my past life, | had lived to thirty-one; | had cto fully appreciate the value of this training. | even

suspected that part of the reason/I hadn't died from the Lupine Virus and had instead beca latent carrier -

was thanks to my ancient werewolf bloodline, this training, and the medicinal baths | had taken regularly.

So | couldn't afford to neglect it.

The moment were complex and demanding. I'd waited training when | was hist ots gears old, but in wen’t um 1

wat ten than | could truly sense the form of energy within me

The Merswill merlilion relepe I'd learned depended entirely on that energy every nezille reflect on it

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| had to keep my crength and focus sharp at all times.

After a while, | was drenched in sweat. Subdenly, a loud crash erupted by my ear.

Startled, | turned my head - a large black wolf had smashed through the wooden window and leapt inside. It hit

the Bloor with a thud, then shifted back into human form, lying motionless on the floor.

What the heck? My body aching, | cautiously approached. | knew these small motels weren't exactly safe. but

this? | hadn't expected things to be this bad.

Before | could get too close, the man stirred, he frowned and lifted his head.

“So disgusting. Get away from me.”

As he spoke, his eyes had already turned red; his fangs bared as he snarled at me. The threat was clear-if! dared

to scream, he'd ripapart.

| did instinctively take half a step back-not because he was intimidating, but because of the face | now saw in

the dim light.

Pale as cold moonlight, the face was almost unnervingly handsome. His long, narrow eyes slanted slightly

upward: thick lashes cast sharp shadows beneath them. His irises were a rare dark gold, like poisoned

cornflowers. Across the bridge of his nose ran an old scar- not disfiguring, but adding a dangerous wildness to an

otherwise perfect face.

Wet black hair clung to his forehead; droplets slid along his sharp jawline before vanishing beneath the open

collar of his black shirt.

Even now, curled on the floor in a sorry state, an oppressive aura radiated from him- elegant, but deadly. like a

predator lurking in the midnight forest.

Most striking of all was the obsidian earring in his left ear; in the dim light, it gleamed with a ghostly blue- like a

wolf's eye glowing in the dark.

Mateo. It was him... What kind of luck was this? | had only gone out for one night, and | had already run into

Bailey's future benefactor- the very executioner who would one day sendto hell.

Suddenly, he lifted his gaze; his violet pupils narrowed to slits - the telltale sign that a werewolf was ready to

strike.

“Keep staring and I'll gouge your eyes out.” His voice was low and rough, like sandpaper dragging over silk.

I almost laughed. Such familiar words. In my past life, he had said the sthing to- “Scream again and Ill

cut out your tongue.”

And now, the man who would one day shoveinto the abyss was bleeding out on the floor of my cheap motel

room.

A sudden knock at the door.

“Security check!” a rough male voice called, accompanied by pounding. “Someone reported a fugitive!”

Mateo narrowed his eyes; blood was seeping from a grueswound on his abdomen. Yet even now, he bared

his fangs and threatened me.

“Send them away, or I'll kill you.”

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