Chapter 67
Reborn Oméga: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha
67 1 Want Her Ruined
Aubrey’s POV
Aurelia called the police.
“Someone framed my daughter! I won’t rest until I find out who!” she wailed, tears streaming, voice trembling with threatrical grief.
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Then she turned to Bailey’s invited friends and classmates, working overtime to paint her daughter as a helpless victim. “Bailey’s always been such a good, well–behaved girl. She’d never do something like this. You’re all her friends–please, don’t spread what happened today. Don’t let the bad guys win and ruin her life!
While she spoke, she kept throwing daggers at me with her eyes. I could see the fury boiling beneath her skin. She wanted nothing more than to shift into her wolf form and rip out my throat right there. But she couldn’t–not in front of Bailey’s own guests. Not while she still had a role to play: the grieving, noble stepmother… no, now she was playing the tragic victim, too. After all, thanks to her little propaganda campaign, I was now the wicked stepdaughter who’d drugged both her and Bailey.
What a joke.
The real perpetrators screaming accusations at their victim–who’d spent her life being tormented by them.
Within fifteen minutes, Charles arrived with two werewolf officers in tow. The moment he entered, his sharp eyes flicked to me, filled with a barely concealed mixture of suspicion and something else–conflict. But before he could say a word, Aurelia rushed over and pulled him aside, whispering furiously while gesturing in my direction.
And Jimmy? He had already shifted into his wolf form and leapt out the upstairs window while I was coming down. Aurelia had no way to get him back–or make him testify.
Bailey’s classmates, caught in the middle of the chaos, gave the officers brief, awkward statements about the scandalous “screening.” Then they cast uncomfortable glances at Bailey before making a quick, uncomfortable exit.
As for me?
It was time to go.
But the suppressant I’d taken through gold–needle acupuncture was wearing off. That unbearable heat surged back again, spreading from the marrow outward. My breathing grew shallow.
“The drug is rebounding. It’s stronger now. We need a safe place to ride out the heat cycle,” Ella warned in my mind, her tone grave.
“I know.”
I responded silently and turned to leave–only to be blocked at the door by Charles.
“Where are you going?!”
I narrowed my eyes, meeting his scrutiny head–on. “What? Do you believe Aurelia’s lies? Think I drugged Bailey and you’re here to arrest me?”
“I’m just thinking logically” Charles said stiffly, as if wrestling with some internal theory. “Auntie’s
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suspicious, yes. But she’d never hurt her own daughter! The only explanation is… she meant to target you, but you caught wind of it and fought back by throwing Bailey into the fire instead!”
He looked at me with raw disappointment, like he couldn’t believe I’d stoop so low. Like he wanted to know why I’d destroy an “innocent girl.”
How laughable.
Did he ever stop to consider–if I hadn’t seen through their plan in time, if I hadn’t fought back–then the person sprawled on that screen, being watched, humiliated, shamed beyond recovery-
Would’ve been me.
Aubrey
No one would’ve cared if I’d been drugged. No one would’ve dug for the truth. I’d be locked in a pitch–black basement by my raging father, whipped with wolfsbane–laced lashes day and night by a triumphant Bailey. And Aurelia–she’d be there, gloating, grinding my dignity into the dirt, forcing me to become their stepping stone on the path to power.
It took dying miserably in my past life to finally see them for what they were–vile to the core, dripping with poison behind their perfect masks.
So in this life, no matter what wolves, monsters, or demons came for me, I would never show mercy.
I would return fire with fire. Blood with blood.
“Mr. Charles,” I said coldly, “you already know the answer.”
“So it really was you…”
His face went ghost–pale, as though all the strength had been drained from his body. “How could you do this, Aubrey? Bailey’s only seventeen! How is she supposed to face anyone now? You didn’t just destroy her -you ruined an innocent girl’s future. For what?”
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Watching him posture, so full of righteous indignation–grieving over Bailey’s “innocence“-a rage and bitterness like wildfire exploded inside me.
I stared him dead in the eyes and snarled, one word at a time-
“You’re damn right. I want Bailey destroyed.”
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