Reborn Omega Avenge Herself Like an Alpha (Aubrey Mary) novel Chapter 459

Chapter 459 The Viper’s Fang

Third–Person POV

Looking closely, most of the iron cages were empty. Only a few dozen cages held faint shadows of people.

Those people were mostly lying on the ground, their status–dead or alive–and their gender indiscernible.

Aubrey frowned deeply. Suddenly, her ears twitched. She heard her own name.

Perhaps because they thought she was just an Omega, the men were not standing far away, nor did they bother to lower their voices.

But an Alpha–level wolf had long since upgraded her physique. Even though she couldn’t contact Ella right now, her hearing was far more acute than that of an average werewolf.

She heard the hooded werewolf say-

“She’s yours now. But Alpha Henry is searching this area. Are you sure you won’t be found?”

“Of course. Without a guide, no werewolf can find our Mountain Pack!” the Alpha wolf standing beside him replied.

“Good.” The hooded werewolf nodded. “Remember, don’t let her die. Other than that, you can do whatever you want.”

“No problem,” the Alpha werewolf replied.

The conversation was brief, but Aubrey’s heart couldn’t help but sink.

They were so confident. Maybe Alpha Henry really couldn’t find his way here. She had to rely on herself to escape.

Aubrey forced herself to sit up. Then, enduring the excruciating pain, she began to push out the silver strip that pierced both her wrists, skewering her hands together, bit by bit.

Blood trickled down her skin. Every millimeter of movement felt like re–tearing the wound, but she bit her lower lip hard. Even as tears flowed uncontrollably from the pain, she didn’t let a single muffled

groan escape.

The instant the silver strip came free, one of the guards outside the cage muttered, “The Alpha said they’re short on hands and told me to go help prepare the ritual,” and then he left.

A chance!

Aubrey’s heart leaped. She immediately curled up her body and let out a weak, pained groan.

“Ah… it hurts… my stomach…”

“I think I’m going to die…

The remaining guard, a coarse–featured male werewolf, immediately looked into the cage.

His gaze fell on Aubrey’s pale, sweat–drenched face and her fragile, trembling body.

He had never seen such a beautiful she–wolf.

“Help me…”

Aubrey whimpered, feigning weakness.

The male werewolf hesitated, but in the end, he took out his keys and noisily unlocked the cage. “What’s wrong with you?”

He stepped into the cage, bending down to grab Aubrey’s arm. But the instant he leaned over, the bloody silver strip Aubrey had been clutching in her blood–soaked palm, like the fang of a dormant viper, shot

out!

The target was clear, ruthless, and precise–straight for the throat!

The werewolf guard’s pupils contracted instantly. The rough expression on his face froze, turning into one of utter disbelief.

He opened his mouth but only managed a choked “Hrgh.” His massive body swayed and then pitched forward. Aubrey quickly caught his back, lowering him gently to the ground.

It happened fast. From her attack to the guard’s death, no more than seven seconds passed.

No one had noticed.

Aubrey ignored her own bleeding wrists, stepped quickly over him, and didn’t even spare the body a second glance.

She fought back the dizziness from blood loss and pain, listened intently for a moment to confirm she hadn’t alerted any other werewolves, then, like a shadow, she darted out of the cage and quickly disappeared into the nearby bushes.

Only after she was hidden did Aubrey collapse to the ground, panting silently and heavily, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Aubrey wiped it away casually, then immediately pulled out the silver strips from her shoulder blades and ankles.

The moment pain and blood overflowed, her unique pheromones rapidly diffused into the air…