Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha

Aubrey Mary’s POV

I was going to die, and the killer would be my own sister.

The moment she appeared in the sealed intensive care unit of the Shadowmoon Pack’s Level-Four Virology Research Center, where I was staying, I knew she had come to take my life.

She had no reason to be here. Unless... she was here to make sure I would never leave this room alive.

“Other werewolves infected with the Lupine Virus die screaming in pools of their own blood under the first full moon. But you?” Bailey Mary stood beside my bed, towering over me, a mocking smirk tugging at her lips. “You not only survived; you didn’t even become contagious. A perfect test subject. These past three years—has the life of a lab rat treated you well?”

I stared at her, my throat too dry to form words.

For three years, the virus had eaten away at my body. Now I was a skeletal shell covered in tubes and needles. Pain had distorted my face beyond recognition; I couldn’t even shift into my wolf form anymore.

My claws, once sharp as blades, were now too fragile to slice through paper. My keen sense of smell, once able to pick out the scent of blood from miles away, now burned painfully from the sharp tang of disinfectant in this very room.

And Bailey, she was still beautiful, still powerful. If anything, she had become even more beloved by the pack.

She twirled a syringe in her hand, filled with a pale yellow liquid that glistened in the light.

“Oh, this? It’s the anti-viral serum they finally developed just yesterday. You’ve clung to life this long, all for this, haven’t you? They took pity on your suffering, so the moment it was ready, they prepared a dose just for you. All you have to do is take the shot—you’ll be cured! Aubrey, don’t you want it?”

I did. I wanted it desperately.

I shut my eyes, burying the despair welling up inside me.

Of course, I wanted it. But now that the serum was in my dear sister’s hands, I knew today would likely be my last. After all, I had only contracted the Lupine Virus because of Bailey.

Five years ago, the Alpha King who ruled over all werewolf packs had died unexpectedly, leaving no heir behind. The once-unified werewolf clans fractured immediately. After a bloody struggle, the land had split between North and South.

The southern werewolves, working with evil sorcerers, engineered a virus targeting the unique physiology of northern werewolves.

They called it the Lupine Virus. Once infected, northern werewolves would lose their bond with their wolf, their organs would rapidly fail, and they would die in agony and despair.

The virus soon reached the Shadowmoon Pack. Bailey tricked me into drinking contaminated water.

But to her disappointment, I hadn’t died. My condition progressed slowly, and something in my blood seemed to resist the virus.

She reported this, and I became the wolves’ prime research subject. They drained my blood, cut my flesh, hoping to extract whatever was fighting the virus—to create a vaccine that could save the northern werewolves and turn the tide against the South.

And me? I had naively believed that if I endured long enough, salvation would come.

Looking back, it wasn’t just the virus. My entire life, Bailey had used me.

She was an idiot when it came to medicine; her fame as a brilliant medical prodigy was stolen from me. She had taken everything that was mine.

And the reason I had never awakened my wolf was because Bailey had secretly been drugging me with suppressants.

Every time I thought about how I had become Bailey’s stepping stone, the hatred nearly drove me mad. But I couldn’t die, not yet. I hadn’t had my revenge.

The wolf doctors praised my will to live, saying I was noble to sacrifice myself for the northern werewolf cause.

To hell with their so-called nobility.

I had only endured three years of torment so they would hurry up and make that serum—so I could survive long enough to exact my revenge.

And now, finally, yesterday—the serum had been completed. But the thing that could save my life was now dangling in Bailey’s hand like a toy.

“Aubrey, I know you don’t want to die. And honestly, I’m not afraid of you anymore; no one would believe anything you say. So here’s the deal—give me the combination to your lab’s safe, and I’ll inject you with the serum. I’ll even send you abroad after that. How about it?”

Bailey finally revealed why she had come.

I glared at her, my teeth clenched. “This is the first time I’ve ever known... a person could be so shameless.”

Stealing my entire life wasn’t enough for her. Now, before killing me, she wanted to wring out the last bit of value I had left. Dream on.

“You won’t tell me?”

Her eyes gleamed with malice. She weighed the syringe in her hand threateningly. “Is anything more important than your life? You’re not even a wolf anymore. You’ve held on this long just for this, haven’t you?”

I let out a cold laugh and ignored her.

Seeing me unmoved, Bailey grew spiteful and played her trump card.

“Did you know? Mr. Miguel is getting engaged today—to his childhood sweetheart, Mariana. That wench! She helped me ruin you; she’s the one who poisoned you behind your back. Don’t you want to live, to get your revenge?”

Henry Miguel was the strongest Alpha in the northern packs... Shadowmoon Pack’s finest.

I hadn’t heard that name in so long. Hearing it now was like a blade twisting in an old, unhealed wound.

I could hear the regret in Bailey’s voice; marrying Henry had been her dream. But Mariana had stolen that chance from her.

I regretted it too. I regretted it every day and night.

If only I’d seen Bailey’s true face sooner, if only I hadn’t been so blind. If only I hadn’t fallen in love with that man—if I hadn’t clung so desperately to our engagement—I wouldn’t have been driven to ruin, body and soul.

I wouldn’t have been drugged, violated... almost gang-raped.

The nightmare surged back again. Regret, hatred—they boiled into hopeless despair.

Was it wrong to love someone? Was it wrong to be kind? Why had I ended up like this?

“Do it already... you liar. I know that syringe... is filled with wolfsbane!” My bloodshot eyes burned as I shouted, half-crazed.

From the moment Bailey walked into this room, I had abandoned any foolish hope. She would only deceive me, wring me dry, then kill me.

Seeing me refuse to give up the code, Bailey’s face twisted with rage. Her eyes blazed.

“Fine! If you want to die, then die! You think I can’t live without you?”

She lunged forward in two quick steps, aiming the syringe at me.

Her eyes burned with vicious intent.

In that split second, a strange and powerful force surged through my body!

“Kill her!”

A foreign voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

As if given one final burst of life, I tore out the needles tethering me to this bed, grabbed Bailey’s hand with all my strength, and drove the syringe deep into her shoulder!

“No!”

Bailey’s eyes widened in terror! But in that instant, the pale yellow serum was already gone.

“This can’t be... you were barely alive...”

She collapsed to the floor. Her terrified eyes reflected her own blood-soaked hands. That was karma.

An indescribable joy coursed through my frail body. I laughed—laughed until my face hurt.

Thank you, my wolf, for this final burst of strength. Thank you, Grandpa, for forcing me to train as a warrior when I was young. Even in this wretched state, I had found the power to kill my enemy!

So it wasn’t that hard to fight back after all. I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long to learn that.

My head spun. I collapsed back onto the bed...

Moon Goddess, please—save me.

I wanted to live. I wanted to start over. No more cowardice. No more shame. I wanted to live boldly, on my own terms.

If I survived, I would never again be chained by the illusion of family. I would never love that man again. I would only love myself.

If I survived... that would be enough.

Aubrey’s POV

I woke to the sound of thunder in the small house on the Miguel Manor of the Shadowmoon Pack.

Outside, rain poured down in sheets; the wind whipped the white curtains into the room, making them flutter like restless ghosts. Lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the tangled sheets—and my bare body beneath them.

I could hear two men murmuring outside the door.

My skin burned; my throat felt as though it had been scorched by fire. I instinctively tried to move my fingers—then froze.

Wait! Hadn’t I already died?

No one knew better than I did, once the needles were removed, there was no chance I could survive.

After three years with the Lupine Virus, my body had reached its limit; I had only been kept alive through IV drips. Without life support, my heart would have stopped within minutes.

And after being paralyzed for three years, how was I moving now?

I reached toward my legs; but when I lifted my hand, I noticed a wolf fang ring on my left thumb.

It was the token of the future Luna of the Shadowmoon Pack; the engagement gift from the Miguel family. But I had lost it when I failed to awaken my wolf on my eighteenth birthday!

And now—it was back!

So many shocks were making my head clear fast. The rain, the manor, the drugged state of my body, the voices outside...

Could it be, I had died, and been reincarnated? Had I returned to that nightmarish evening?

The thought sent a chill through me. I wasn’t overjoyed; I was terrified.

If this really was that night... the two men outside were the "gift" Bailey had arranged—two Beta-level werewolf warriors sent to destroy me.

I carried the blood of ancient werewolves; even without awakening my wolf, I was still Henry’s fiancee.

But if I were caught mating with another werewolf, not only would it taint my bloodline, the fanatical Alpha-worshipping warriors would tear me to shreds without hesitation. I would die a horrible death.

In my last life, I had fought desperately, hurling my phone and a lamp at them to fend them off. But they were Beta warriors; my struggle only amused them. They had overpowered me easily...

Now, everything was happening again—but this time, I had woken early!

My heart pounded. If I was right, Bailey would soon burst in to "catch me in the act".

That scandal had ruined me in my past life; I’d lost my engagement to Alpha Henry and become the laughingstock of the entire Shadowmoon Pack. Not this time. If I had been given another chance—I would protect myself.

I had to call for help.

But the moment I got out of bed, I collapsed to the floor; three years of paralysis had made me forget how to walk.

The noise made the voices outside fall silent.

"Wait, a sound from inside. Could she be awake?"

That nightmarish voice froze the blood in my veins.

There was no time.

I grabbed my scattered clothes and staggered to the window. The darkness outside was broken only by sheets of rain; a two-story drop would be enough to shatter a human’s legs—but to a werewolf, it should have been nothing.

The problem was Bailey’s drugs were still suppressing my wolf.

I had learned in the research center that Bailey had been adding wolf-suppressant drugs to my food since I was fifteen. That was why everyone believed I was an Omega who couldn’t awaken her wolf.

I clutched the window frame, my knuckles turning white.

Now, with the drugs still coursing through my veins, I couldn’t awaken my wolf; I couldn’t shift for a safe landing.

And this building was far from the main manor. Tonight, the Miguel family was hosting a banquet; all the servants were in the main house. No one would notice the cries of an Omega. And besides, everyone here thought I was an embarrassment to Henry; if you asked them their Christmas wish, they would have said—let that pathetic Omega disappear! An Alpha deserved only the finest she-wolf.

Behind me, just one door away, the men were moving quickly toward the handle.

Damn it, no time!

Gritting my teeth, I scrambled up the windowsill; without a second thought, I leapt into the night.

I hit the ground and rolled to absorb the impact; still, the sharp pain of landing made me grit my teeth, my body aching as though shattered.

"Damn it! She jumped!"

I bit back the pain, crawling into the underbrush; every muscle was taut.

Through the rain, I heard my own ragged breathing.

One of the men leaned out the window; not seeing me, he cursed and shouted to his companion.

"Dammit! Go find her! She has no wolf; she can’t heal. After a fall like that, she must be hurt—she can’t have gone far!"

Even as he spoke, they shifted into their wolf forms and leapt from the window.

They began to search the paths and roads.

Thank the Moon Goddess—the rain had scattered my scent; the two Beta bastards couldn’t track me easily.

I hastily pulled on my clothes, then crawled deeper into the brush.

Using the plants and rain as cover, I started inching toward the main house.

The two Beta wolves were relentless, combing the gardens again and again; more than once, they came so close I could see their claws through the leaves.

The more frantic they became, the colder my mind grew.

I had no time to wonder why I was back on this night. I only knew I couldn’t repeat my past mistakes; not even if this was just a dream.

My bloodshot eyes peered through the leaves toward the brightly lit manor.

It would be different this time; once I made it inside—everything would be different.

Aubrey’s POV

In the pouring rain, the Miguel family’s manor loomed across approximately 1.2 acres.

Through the tall, glowing windows, well-dressed gentlemen and ladies clinked glasses and chatted; smiles lit every face.

And I—fiancée of the current Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack, the only werewolf to inherit the powerful ancient bloodline from my mother, was crawling through the mud in the shadows.

How ironic.

In my last life, I hadn’t understood why a good girl like me—who strictly obeyed the wolf clan’s code—couldn’t awaken her wolf, while a wicked woman like Bailey—who treated the Lunar Oath like toilet paper—had easily awakened her wolf at eighteen.

"Did the Moon Goddess make a mistake?"

I had once asked that in a dream. My grandfather, in that same dream, had scolded me harshly and said the Goddess had her own plans.

He had been right. Now, the Moon Goddess had granted me a miracle—another chance at life!

This time, I would not foolishly eat the food Bailey gave me, laced with wolf-suppressing drugs.

I would awaken a powerful wolf.

I would become an Alpha-level werewolf, just like my mother.

I would trample those who had bullied and tormented me!

Bailey’s POV

That fool Aubrey probably still had no idea why she had failed to awaken her wolf.

Ha—poor thing. I swirled the wine in my glass, smiling smugly. Tonight, she would be completely disgraced; she would lose her place as Alpha Henry’s fiancée for good.

The banquet was winding down. I picked up a spoon and tapped it against my wineglass, drawing the guests’ attention. It was time to treat everyone to a little show—watching Aubrey, barely clinging to life after being raped by two Beta werewolves. Oh, how tragic.

“Ladies and gentlemen…”

Suddenly, the oak doors burst open with a deafening crash.

Aubrey appeared in the doorway, filthy and battered; thunder and lightning cracked behind her.

With wet hair, bare feet, she looked like a ghost rising from a stormy night.

A cold smile played at her lips. Her sharp gaze swept the room—and landed squarely on me.

The icy chill in her eyes sent a wave of dread through me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end; something was wrong.

How could a worthless girl, fed wolf-suppressing drugs for three years, give off such an oppressive presence?

And where were Robert and Easton? They were high-ranking Beta warriors; how had they let an Omega with no wolf escape?

I immediately reached out to Robert through our mental link, ordering him to get here now. Then, feigning shock, I rushed toward Aubrey.

“Aubrey! Weren’t you resting after having too much to drink? What happened—who did this to you?”

I opened with a calculated smear, deliberately steering everyone’s attention. Sure enough, the banquet hall fell silent; werewolves were always quick to pounce on a scandal.

And now, with Aubrey’s unnaturally flushed face and the disheveled clothes barely hanging on her body—she looked exactly like someone who had been assaulted.

I put on a look of concern and said, as if explaining for her, “Aubrey, haven’t you been training as a warrior? You’re quite strong... no ordinary warriors should be able to overpower you... unless you had too much to drink and...”

And lost the ability to fight back? And lost control under the influence of alcohol?

I let my words trail off; the crowd began to speculate maliciously. Their gazes toward Aubrey grew more probing.

“Isn’t she the Alpha’s fiancee? How dare she fool around like this? Is she trying to get herself killed? The Alpha will never forgive her!”

“She deserves it! The Alpha never liked her anyway! If it weren’t for her ancient bloodline, a wolf-less Omega like her would never have been his fiancee!”

“But... didn’t they say only a first bond could preserve the bloodline’s purity?”

As the whispers grew louder, I was elated; outwardly, I acted flustered. Finally, I raised my voice, “Ah! Aubrey, don’t be afraid! Henry's dad will make sure you get justice!”

I looked at Aubrey, ready to savor her panic and shame, but instead, I froze.

Something was very wrong. Aubrey’s face showed no expression at all.

She was simply staring at me—cold and unreadable; her gaze seemed to cut through every one of my tricks.

Impossible! She had always been so stupid!

For a long moment, Aubrey said nothing. Then she finally spoke—her voice hoarse, her tone icy.

“Those words you just said... were you trying to suggest to everyone here that I betrayed the Alpha and mated with other werewolves?”

Aubrey’s POV

My blunt words hit like a wolf’s claw; they tore straight through Bailey’s false facade.

Her pupils contracted sharply, but she recovered quickly; her expression softened into one of wounded innocence, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Aubrey, I didn’t mean that... look at you, you’re all hurt. Don’t push yourself; go rest. There are so many people here... if Alpha sees you like this, he’ll be upset.”

In the past, at the mere mention of displeasing Henry, I would have chosen to stay quiet.

But not now. If I didn’t clear things up in front of everyone, by tomorrow the entire Shadowmoon Pack would think I had betrayed the Alpha and slept around with other werewolves.

Suppressing the waves of weakness in my body, I forced a cold smile.

“Well, I’m upset too. The Miguel family hosts a banquet, and two horny Beta werewolves try to kill me. I barely escaped with my life—yet here you are, twisting the truth to smear me. You really do care about me, dear sister.”

Bailey stared at me, stunned; it was as if my words had left her speechless.

My father rushed over in a single bound, his voice urgent. “What? Someone dared to try to kill you—in the Alpha’s house? Who?”

My stepmother, Aurelia Lynn, followed close behind, smiling as she spoke. “Jax, don’t listen to Aubrey’s nonsense. She must’ve been off fooling around. This is the Alpha’s house—who would dare commit murder here? They’d have a death wish.”

The implication was clear: I’d gotten myself into this mess while "playing around," and now I was making up a story to cover my shame.

I looked at her coldly. How delightful... we meet again.

Dark, painful memories flashed through my mind; my gaze grew even icier.

“Mother, you really shouldn’t say things like that. If you tarnish my reputation, you’ll be dragging Alpha’s name down with it too. How weak must Alpha be, for me to throw him aside and go sleep with some lesser werewolf?”

That one line—“dragging Alpha’s name down”—instantly flustered Aurelia. She quickly said, “Hey, what are you talking about? I was just concerned for you! I was worried your foolish behavior might bring shame to Alpha. Look at you now—who knows what nonsense you’ve gotten into again?”

As if I were some wild, disobedient child who was always getting into trouble.

But no one knew—I’d grown up under my stepmother’s hand; her cruelty had left deep scars on my heart. And since I’d never awakened my wolf, even when I excelled in Omega-level warrior training, I had never dared to oppose her. Over time, my spirit had weakened to the point where anyone could walk all over me.

But now, reborn from the depths, I had nothing left to fear.

“Thank you for your concern.”

I glanced down at myself; a cold smile tugged at my lips.

It was early spring and bitterly cold. I was drenched and filthy—yet they paraded their so-called concern, twisting the truth from the moment I arrived.

“So this is your version of concern—watching me crawl in half-dead, saying nothing about the attack I barely escaped, and instead helping Bailey fling mud at me. Your concern is... rather terrifying.”

My words showed no mercy; each one hit its mark. Both Aurelia and Bailey’s faces darkened.

Bailey looked at me, her expression pitiful. “Aubrey! Are you delirious? Mother meant no harm; how can you say such things? She’s always treated you so well... if you act like this, people will laugh at you!”

The moment she mentioned being laughed at, my father snapped back to reality. Seeing the crowd’s amused glances, he grew anxious and quickly said, “Bailey is right. Aubrey, how can you be so rude? Apologize to your mother at once!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Was it because I’d been so meek all my life—never complaining, always yielding—that my father thought I was made of stone? That whenever something happened, I was the one who had to apologize?

They say the crying child gets the milk. I, on the other hand, had been the good, quiet one—and had paid for it with my life in my past life, crushed beneath this mother and daughter.

But this life? I wouldn’t tolerate it anymore.

Aubrey’s POV

“Dad, I’m this badly injured, and you don’t even ask about it; when Mom and Bailey slander me, you say nothing. But the moment I defend myself, you want me to apologize? Am I the one bringing shame here? If my dear sister hadn’t started spreading lies, would I be standing here, humiliated in front of everyone?”

After I spoke, my father froze for a moment; then his brows knitted in a deep frown. He lowered his voice and scolded me sharply.

“Aubrey, you’ve always been sensible; you know how to look at the bigger picture. No matter what’s happened, take it up at home.”

His words chilled my heart.

He had seen perfectly well that it was his beloved mate and precious daughter Bailey who had caused this scene—not me.

And yet, he still chose to shield them; he wanted me to swallow this injustice.

I closed my eyes; pain twisted through my chest. I couldn’t help but pity myself. In my last life, I had clung to this fake notion of family, and it had led me straight to ruin.

“Well, well. So Ms. Mary ran off to hide here?"

A greasy voice rang out from the doorway. “Back in the room, weren’t you begging us to mark you? Practically drooling like you’d never seen a man before. That skin of yours—soft as silk. What, now you suddenly ran off in such a mess?”

“Or maybe... besides us, you had plans with some other werewolves too? Tsk, so desperate.”

I turned my head; it was the two Beta warriors who had been chasing me earlier—Robert and Easton. They were notorious rogues in the Shadowmoon Pack; rich, arrogant, addicted to drinking, gambling, and women.

As they strode in, I noticed something; unlike Robert, who strutted in full of swagger, Easton looked visibly nervous, shrinking under the weight of so many eyes.

That would be my opening. I narrowed my eyes slightly.

“Aubrey! What is going on?” my father demanded angrily. “Is what he said true?”

Aurelia covered her mouth dramatically with her ring-clad hand. “Oh my! Aubrey, earlier you claimed you were drunk after just one glass of fruit wine. I had someone take you to rest in the red house out of kindness; I never imagined you’d do something like this...”

Bailey cried her fake tears. “Aubrey, no wonder you were so upset. I believe you—you wouldn’t have done this willingly; they must have forced you!”

One line after another; they drowned me in false sympathy. The scene brought me right back to that night in my past life—Bailey bursting into the room with others, finding me naked and trapped with those two wolves.

Back then, they had done the same thing—insisting we had already slept together; making the entire pack believe that Henry’s Omega fiancee was a wench who seduced strange wolves in his own home—two of them, no less! I had been utterly disgraced.

At the time, I had only been eighteen; weak and timid. Surrounded by sneers and accusations, I couldn’t even defend myself—I had only cried.

And the rumors had snowballed; my reputation destroyed, my engagement annulled.

Now I had been reborn—sent back to this very night. Surely, the Moon Goddess had guided me here; gifted me this second chance.

This time, I couldn’t be weak... I would not be weak.

“Mr. Kaden,” I called past them, turning to Kaden, who had just arrived in a hurry. He was the Alpha’s butler; he had watched me grow up, one of the few who had truly cared for me.

I pointed coldly at the two bastards. “Mr. Kaden, please call the guards. They tried to kill me.”

“What? Such a thing?” Kaden’s expression turned serious at once. “Guards! Guards! Seize them immediately!”

Easton’s face went pale; but Robert instantly shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Aubrey! That’s low! You were the one who suddenly went into heat—dragging us to bed, begging us to mark you. But when someone passed by and you got scared, now you’re turning it around on us?”

“You think this is a game? Your lies could land us in the dungeon with our dicks cut off!”

His roar echoed through the entire hall; the crowd erupted in a wave of gasps.

My father, seething with rage, lifted his hand and slapped me hard across the face.

“Aubrey! Is this how I raised you? Haven’t I told you—your body belongs to Mr. Miguel alone! You must carry on your ancient bloodline with him! You’ve ruined everything! Damn it—I should’ve put you in a chastity belt from the start!”

The force of the blow split my lip; blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.

My head spun; my ears buzzed. From the corner of my eye, I caught Bailey smirking triumphantly.

I turned my head mechanically, staring at my father’s flushed, furious face. I couldn’t even hear what he was shouting anymore; I didn’t care to. It would be the same as always—insults and condemnation.

Yes, this was my beloved father—who had never listened to my side, who had never once believed in me.

All my life, if anyone spoke ill of me, I was the one punished; I was the one locked in the dark room; the one whipped.

A bitter, mocking smile curled my lips. That slap severed the last shred of fatherly affection I had clung to.

I took a deep breath; I no longer looked at him. Instead, I turned to face the two enemies I had hated to my bones in my last life. My voice was calm as I dropped my bombshell.

“You two—this whole act is just to silence me. Because I overheard your crimes.”