Chapter 44
Reborn Omega: Avenge Herself Like an Alpha
Chapter 44 Let the Games Begin
Aubrey’s POV
When I got home, Bailey wasn’t there. Aurelia opened the door herself. The moment she saw Dad, she pounced on him like a hyena that smelled blood. “Darling, you’ve worked so hard!” she gushed, her fake hug shoving me into the shadows.
That’s fine. I didn’t need that kind of fake warmth anyway.
I stood by and watched their little act with cold eyes. In a month, when the Miguel family officially announces me as their foster daughter, I’ll make sure she learns just how wrong she was–because the stepping stone she trampled will be the one to shatter her spine.
When I tried to leave, Aurelia hurried to block me. There was a flash of malice in her eyes, though her smile was sickeningly sweet.
“Aubrey, don’t go yet. Come meet Dr. Jimmy. He’s a well–known mental health expert in several nearby packs!”
Dr. Jimmy? Jimmy Gordon?! That disgusting predator who used “therapy” as an excuse to assault female werewolves?!
In the living room, a man in a tan cashmere sweater turned and smiled. His eyes–behind gold–rimmed glasses–slithered down my neck like a greasy snake tongue. Exactly like last time. In my past life, he’d burst into my room, his scent laced with aphrodisiacs, panting as he said, “ Good Omega … let the doctor check how your body’s developing …”
Back then, when I’d been locked away at home, Aurelia had convinced Dad to bring in a mental health coach. That coach was Jimmy.
Yes, he was technically a therapist and a beta–ranked werewolf warrior–but he was also infamous for being a pervert. Countless female werewolves had been seduced by him during their treatment sessions. Some hadn’t even been adults.
And now that piece of trash was standing in front of me.
“Ms. Aubrey?” He held out his hand. There was a fresh scratch across his knuckles–probably from a recent victim. “I’m your personal mental health coach.”
“Who said you were mine?” I said coldly, ignoring his hand.
Aurelia quickly pulled Dad over, putting on her best worried–mother act. “Aubrey, don’t be difficult. Dr. Jimmy’s here to help you. Your mental state is dangerous right now.”
“You mean I’m dangerous to you.”
Dad didn’t like me calling her “Aurelia,” but she clung to him with a saintly, wronged smile. “Let her get it out of her system… Dr. Jimmy,” she turned to that disgusting man, “please take Aubrey to her room for a private session.”
Private? Session? I could practically hear the venom boiling in her heart. That bedroom – there was definitely a hidden camera waiting for me. Just like before. She’d drugged me, had Jimmy tear my clothes off, and then leaked the footage online. The title had burned like a brand. “ Future Luna of the Miguel Family Caught on Camera in the Bath!”
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Chapter 44 Let the Games Begin
I sneered and looked at Jimmy. “You want to be my doctor? Fine. Start by making me a cup of hot coffees
“Aubrey!” Dad snapped. “Watch your manners! Dr. Jimmy is a guest!”
I smiled slightly and looked at Jimmy again. He adjusted his glasses. His fake nice–guy mask was flawless. “It’s alright. Teenage girls are often rebellious–I understand.”
He went and poured me a fresh cup of hot coffee.
I accepted the delicate porcelain cup, then smiled. “You’re right. Girls my age aren’t just rebellious …
I raised the cup and hurled the scalding coffee straight at his face.
“We’re also aggressive.”
The dark liquid splashed over him like molten lava. His twisted face warped further as steam rose from his blistering skin.
For a moment, everything went still–then came Jimmy’s agonized scream, followed by Dad’s angry roar.
And I? I breathed in the sharp scent of burnt flesh, calm and unshaken, like a wolf licking blood from its fangs. For original chapters go to
The game’s started, you filthy scum.
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