Chapter 64
Rehorn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha
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Aubrey’s POV
Moon Goddess, bear witness to my revenge.
Finished
I whispered the vow in my heart, cast one last glance at the empty street outside my window, drew the curtains, and turned off the lights.
The next morning, right on schedule, my father called. His voice carried a forced concern through the receiver.
“Aubrey, come home this afternoon. Dr. Jimmy will be doing a psychological session with you.”
“I’ll be there on time.”
I hung up without hesitation, the corner of my lips curling into a cold smirk. Everything was unfolding exactly as Jimmy had told me last night–Bailey had convinced my father to bring me home. The plan was simple: drug the wine, then have Jimmy “treat” me in my room. Aurelia would “coincidentally” arrive with a pack of Bailey’s cronies, just in time to catch us in a live, scandalous show.
The goal? To make me the star of some viral smut spectacle, a laughingstock for the entire Dark Moon Pack. And Alpha Henry… that proud, ruthless Alpha… he’d probably choke the life out of me himself with a silver chain and hang my corpse from the grand oak in the middle of the territory–a warning to all who dared “betray” him.
Unfortunately for them, disappointment was all they’d be getting.
I gave my reflection a fleeting smile as I pulled on a fresh black leather jacket. When I passed the front of my apartment building, the maintenance guy was trimming the shrubs.
“Some wild boar tore through these bushes last night–made a mess of the place,” he grumbled.
“How odd,” I replied absently, not slowing down.
At exactly three in the afternoon, I pushed open the doors of the Mary family home. The noisy chatter in the living room came to a screeching halt as a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me, filled with curiosity and judgment. I scanned the room–it was all Bailey’s groupies and the kind of bootlickers who thrived off school drama. Oh? Wasn’t that blonde werewolf a reporter for The Onion ? A bottom–feeder who lived off writing sleazy gossip columns.
“Aubrey!” Bailey called out, dripping with fake sweetness as she pranced toward me like nothing had happened. “We were just welcoming some friends, sorry about the noise. Why don’t you and Dr. Jimmy head up to your room for the session?“/
Jimmy followed right behind her, playing his part. “Yes, Miss Mary, psychological therapy works best in a quiet space.”
“Fine.” I nodded, voice flat.
Bailey’s eyes lit up at my agreement. She quickly grabbed two flutes of champagne, plastering on a sickening smile. “Aubrey, I was wrong before. I want to apologize. Can you forgive me?”
Of course not, But I had no interest in dragging this out–I just wanted the scene to play out and let her eat the consequences.
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I gave her a faint smile and reached straight for the glass in her other hand. “I prefer this one.”
Her face froze. “Aubrey, what’s that supposed to mean? You think I spiked it?”
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“Who knows?” I said loudly, making sure everyone could hear. “After all, when your mom got caught cheating, she screamed to the heavens that I drugged her. Maybe you inherited her paranoia.”
That sleazy reporter instantly perked up, scribbling furiously into his notebook.
Bailey’s face twisted. She downed her glass in one gulp, expression stormy. “Your turn.”
I raised my glass gracefully and emptied it in one smooth motion, then turned and walked upstairs.
Bailey’s POV
That b*tch! How dare she humiliate my mom in front of everyone!
I gripped my glass so tightly my knuckles turned white. But catching the reporter’s gleaming eyes, I forced down my fury and drank the champagne.
She thought she could avoid the trap just by picking her own glass ?
How naive!
I spiked both. Double the heat–inducing aphrodisiac, double the wolf suppressant. Enough to make her go into full–blown heat like a crazed animal–while completely cutting off any chance of her wolf awakening.
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