Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha
Chapter 44 Let the Games Begin
<b>Aubrey’s </b>POV
When I got home, Bailey wasn’t there. Aurelia opened the door herself. The moment she <b>saw </b><b>Dad</b><b>, </b><b>she </b>pounced on him like a hyena that smelled blood. “Darling, you’ve worked so hard!” she gushed<b>, </b><b>her </b><b>fake </b>hug shoving me into the shadows.
That’s fine. I didn’t need that kind of fake warmth anyway.
I stood by and watched their little act with cold eyes. In a month, when the Miguel family officially announces me as their foster daughter, I’ll make sure she learns just how wrong she was–because the stepping stone she trampled will be the one to shatter her spine.
When I tried to leave, Aurelia hurried to block me. There was a sh of malice in her eyes, though her <b>smile </b>was sickeningly sweet.
“Aubrey, don’t go yet. Come meet Dr. Jimmy. He’s a well–known mental health expert in several <b>nearby </b>packs!”
Dr. Jimmy? Jimmy Gordon?! That disgusting predator who used “therapy” as an excuse to assault female werewolves?!
In the living room, a man in a tan cashmere sweater turned and smiled. His eyes–behind gold–rimmed sses–slithered down my neck like a greasy snake tongue. Exactly likest time. In my past life, he’d <b>burst </b>into my room, his scentced with aphrodisiacs, panting as he said, “<i>Good </i><i>Omega</i><i>… </i><i>let </i>the <i>doctor </i><b><i>check </i></b>how <i>your </i><i>body’s </i><i>developing</i>…”
Back then, when I’d been locked away at home, Aurelia had convinced Dad to bring in a mental health coach. That coach was Jimmy.
Yes, he was technically <i>a </i>therapist and a beta–ranked werewolf warrior–but he was also infamous for being a pervert. Countless female werewolves had been seduced by him during their treatment sessions. Some hadn’t even been adults.
And now that piece of trash was standing in front of me.
“Ms. Aubrey?” He held out his hand. There was a fresh scratch across his knuckles–probably from a recent victim. “I’m your personal mental health coach.”
“Who said you were mine?” I said coldly, ignoring his hand.
Aurelia quickly pulled Dad over, putting on her best worried–mother act. “Aubrey, don’t be difficult. Dr. Jimmy’s here to help you. Your mental state is dangerous right now.”
“You mean I’m dangerous to you.”
Dad didn’t like me calling her “Aurelia,” but she clung to him with a saintly, wronged smile. “Let her <b>get </b>it out of her system… Dr. Jimmy,” she turned to that disgusting man, “please take Aubrey to her room for a private session.”
Private? Session? I could practically hear the venom boiling in her heart. That bedroom<b>–</b><b>there </b><b>was </b>definitely a hidden camera waiting for me. Just like before. She’d drugged me<b>, </b><b>had </b><b>Jimmy </b><b>tear </b><b>my </b><b>clothes </b>off, and then leaked the footage online. The title had burned like a brand. “<b>Future </b>Luna <b>of </b><b>the </b><b>Miguel </b>Family Caught on Camera in the Bath!”
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Chapter 44 Let the Games Begin
I sneered and looked at Jimmy. “You want to be my doctor? Fine. Start by <b>making </b>me a <b>cup </b><b>of </b><b>hot </b><b>coffees </b>
“Aubrey!” Dad snapped. “Watch your manners! Dr. Jimmy is a guest!”
I smiled slightly and looked at Jimmy again. He adjusted his sses<b>. </b>His fake nice–guy mask was wless. “It’s alright. Teenage girls are often rebellious–I understand.”
He went and poured me a fresh cup of hot coffee.
I epted the delicate porcin cup, then smiled. “You’re right. Girls my age aren’t just rebellious<b>… </b>
I raised the cup and hurled the scalding coffee straight at his face.
“We’re also aggressive.”
The dark liquid sshed over him like moltenva. His twisted face warped further as steam rose <b>from </b><b>his </b>blistering skin.
For a moment, everything went still–then came Jimmy’s agonized scream, followed by Dad’s angry <i>roar</i><i>. </i>
And I? I breathed in the sharp scent of burnt flesh, calm and unshaken, like a wolf licking blood from its fangs.
The game’s started, you filthy scum.
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