Chapter 90
90 The Wrong Target
Aubrey’s POV
I took the bowl from Shane, and my alpha–level keen sense of smell immediately picked up on it someone had intentionally increased the dosage of the herbs.
Pathetic. I sneered silently but said nothing. Instead, I brought the bowl to Leon’s lips and fed it to him directly.
The dark liquid was not only bitter enough to make someone grimace, but it also carried the distinct metallic tang unique to werewolf medicine. But Leon didn’t hesitate–he downed it in one go. Though his teeth clenched instinctively from the taste, he didn’t utter a single sound.
Stubborn little wolf cub. I found myself silently impressed as I brushed his damp forehead. Right now , his body must feel like it was being torn apart by a pack of wolves. The energy I injected through the golden needles was actively rebuilding his fragile bones and organs. The pain came from deep inside, but he endured it without a single complaint.
“Sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.” I gently stroked his hair and tried to soothe him.
But Leon suddenly grabbed my sleeve, his eyes glowing with intensity.
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That pure desire to live stirred something deep in me.
I nodded. “You can.”
At my words, Leon smiled. Just as he was about to speak again, he coughed up a mouthful of dark purple blood.
And then another. And another. Before collapsing onto the lounge chair, completely unconscious.
Chaos exploded in the garden. The wolf bodyguards‘ pupils constricted in panic. Some scrambled and stumbled off to call for alpha Mateo.
I, however, kept my eyes locked on Shane–catching the brief but unmistakable curl of his lips into a sinister grin.
“You look… pleased with yourself,” I said coldly, my voice like wind from the Arctic.
If I had any doubts before, they were gone now–Shane had betrayed alpha Mateo.
Because if he were truly loyal to Mateo, he would’ve never altered the prescription. In fact, any loyal subordinate, seeing that kind of concoction, would’ve stopped me from giving it to Leon. The only explanation was betrayal.
Which meant that back in my last life, when Shane captured me… it hadn’t been Mateo’s doing at all. It had been Shane, following someone else’s orders. Bailey’s, perhaps?
I remembered the way Leon spoke of his brother. And I started to wonder–maybe alpha M villain I’d thought he was. Maybe I had blamed the wrong person.
wasn’t the
“Ms. Aubrey, you really don’t fear death, do you?” Shane said darkly. “Do you even understand what Mr.
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Leon means to alpha Mateo?”
At his words, the wolves around me immediately closed in, surrounding me to prevent my escape . Leon’s face was now as pale as a ghost’s. From the look of it, he might already be beyond saving
I calmly sat on the stool beside the lounge chair, keeping my expression unreadable. Then I curled a finger
at Shane.
“Come here.”
He frowned in confusion but stepped forward. After all, he was a beta–ranked warrior. What was there to fear from a weak little omega?
As soon as he was close enough, I smiled–then swiftly pulled a gun from my bag and shot him in the leg .
Bang!
The silver bullet, specially designed, embedded deep in his thigh, sending up a plume of blue smoke. Shane screamed in agony.
Instantly, the wolves around us entered attack mode. I saw claws extend and heard low growls rumbling from their throats.
But I didn’t flinch. Calmly, I shifted the barrel toward Shane’s forehead.