Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha


    Chapter 49 The Price of Survival


    Aubrey’s POV


    + Pende


    After I finished speaking, Charles just stood there like he’d turned to stone. For a moment, I <b>actually </b>wondered if he’d even heard me.


    The only reason I’d shared any of this with him was because, out of all the Lynn family members, he seemed to have something resembling a conscience. As the Lynn family’s future head, it was better he saw Aurelia’s true face now than let her keep manipting him–and one day turn him against <b>me</b>.


    I wanted to sever that mother–daughter duo’s ws at the root–one by one,


    And I would find out who was behind them. If Aurelia and Bailey were the ones who killed me in life, then the one backing them was their aplice.


    my <bst </b>


    Back then, Aurelia brought me here too. Right in this vi, she shattered my right arm. She smeared wolfsbane extract into the wound so I couldn’t heal. To break me, she locked me here for three months- beating me until I was nothing but blood and broken bone.


    I tried to escape. But the reinforced cages and countless rm systems crushed every attempt. Each failure was punished with more brutal beatings. More than once, I felt death brush its cold fingers across my skin, trying to drag me into the dark forever.


    The memories coiled like venomous snakes around my heart, tightening with every breath. Rage<b>. </b>Shame. Hatred carved so deep it ached in my bones. I couldn’t take it anymore.


    I needed release.


    I left Charles behind, still frozen, and walked off without another word.


    Once I was out of sight, I shifted. Wolf form. I took off like lightning.


    The wind screamed in my ears. Running at full speed tore at me in the best way–it was as if the broken fragments of those memories were being hurled behind me with every bound. But it wasn’t enough. Not


    yet.


    Then I heard it.


    A piercing scream ripped through the night–a girl’s voice, soaked in terror.


    “Help! Please, let me go! Don’t-!”


    It came from up ahead and to the left. I skidded to a halt, ws gouging deep ruts in the dirt. Without a second of hesitation, I wheeled around and bolted toward the voice.


    I rounded the corner of a crumbling/grey building and found a reeking, half–copsed garbage yard.


    And there, on a pile of rotting trash, a raggedly dressed female Omega was crying and begging for mercy. Pinning her down was a filthy, ugly male werewolf, his pants shoved down to his knees, exposing his revolting arousal as he tried to force himself into her.


    “You lowborn Omega bitch.” he growled. “Getting to serve a beta warrior like me is your honor! You know how many Omegas <i>beg </i>me to mark them?”


    The drunk brute held her arms down, sneering like a beast.


    Chapter 49 The Price of Survival.


    Those words<b>–</b>so familiar. The same poison I’d heard from Aurelia and Bailey.


    “Aubrey, you’re an Omega. You think you’re qualified to hold a scalpel and treat people?”


    “Aubrey, you’re an Omega. You were born to serve us betas as a maid!”


    “Aubrey, you’re an Omega. Being Bailey’s stepping stone is the highest honor you’ll ever have<b>!</b><b>” </b>


    So what if I’m an Omega?


    Does that mean I’m born to be trampled? Used? Humiliated?


    Does being an Omega strip me of dignity–of basic rights? Do I exist just to grovel and serve?


    No.


    The Moon Goddess never said Omegas were lesser.


    “It’s you filthy worms who’ve tarnished the pride of our kind!”


    “Roar!”


    I let out a furious howl and lunged at the male, all my rage and hatred burning in that single strike.


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