Reborn Omega Avenge Herself Like an Alpha (Aubrey Mary) novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323 Midnight Hunger

Third Person POV

8 Pearis

When Aubrey finally woke, it was deep into the night. Hunger gnawed at her, but more than that, the heat roused her–Henry’s heat.

At some point, he had climbed onto the narrow cot, arms locked tightly around her. His chest pressed to her back, the furnace of his body soaking her skin until sweat beaded at her nape. She shifted, only to find his hold unyielding, even in sleep, a reflexive claim he would not release.

She turned her head. In the wash of moonlight through the window, his eyes remained shut, his breathing steady, though his brow bore the faint lines of strain. She thought of the agony he had taken on in her stead, and something in her heart softened despite herself. She could not wake him.

Carefully, she lifted the heavy arm draped across her waist, slipped free, and eased toward the floor.

But before her feet touched the ground, a low, husky voice broke the silence.

“Where are you going?”

She froze, then turned back. His eyes were open, sharp and lucid–he hadn’t been asleep at all.

Suppressing a sigh, she answered, “I’m going to the kitchen. I’m hungry.”

“Have the staff make something.”

“It’s three in the morning,” she countered. “No need to trouble anyone.”

Henry sat up, swinging his legs down. “Then I’ll come with you.”

“You can’t cook.”

“Who says I can’t?” His brow arched. Cooking couldn’t be harder than leading a pack.

“You’ll just get in the way.”

“I’ll help,” he said simply. “Besides, I’m hungry too.”

She relented, and the two of them slipped into the lab’s small kitchen rather than the main house. The fridge held little, so Aubrey pulled out a bundle of dry noodles.

“Looks like it’s pasta.”

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The word “brother” was a deliberate knife. Henry’s eyes narrowed, then a sudden laugh slipped free.

“You know,” he murmured, bracing one hand on the frame to bar her from closing the door, “when you call me brother, all I hear is play. I don’t mind if you say it a few more times.”

Her expression iced over. “Funny. A few days ago, someone swore he’d never beg again, that we were finished. And now? Are you begging me to let you in?”

The memory of that quarrel cut, but Henry refused to be cornered. He scoffed. “I’m not begging. The Miguel estate is mine. I go where I please. What right do you have to bar me?”

Infuriatingly, it was hard to refute. Aubrey’s face chilled.

“Fine. If you want the room, I’ll leave.”

But she hadn’t taken two steps before his arms swept around her, lifting her clean off the floor.

Startled, she gasped, “Henry! What are you doing?!”

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