Reborn Omega Avenge Herself Like an Alpha (Aubrey Mary) novel Chapter 467

All the werewolves worked with relentless determination, their efforts amplified by the right tools that made the excavation process remarkably swift. Every one of them knew the identity of the person trapped beneath the earth—Aubrey, the cherished favored of Alpha Henry.

Though Alpha Henry had never explicitly declared it, the werewolf soldiers loyal to him understood the inevitable: the sibling bond between Alpha Henry and Aubrey was on the verge of being severed. When that happened, Aubrey would ascend to become the Luna of the Shadowmoon Pack.

Among the pack, many werewolves harbored doubts about this future. They believed an Omega could never truly deserve their Alpha. Yet, no one shirked their duty or slowed the rescue effort, refusing to let Aubrey perish underground. Why? Because Aubrey was more than just their Alpha’s favored—she was the wolf-healer who had cracked the deadly Kajit virus. She had selflessly shared the antidote’s formula with the entire world.

Now, whenever other werewolves heard the name Shadowmoon Pack, they treated them with a newfound respect. Nearly every pack had members saved by Aubrey’s cure. Their admiration for her was genuine, not a mere attempt to curry favor with Alpha Henry, but a heartfelt recognition of who Aubrey was.

Perry wiped the rain from his brow and turned to Barry. “Keep going. We have to save Ms. Mary. She’s the pride of our Shadowmoon Pack.”

Barry didn’t pause his digging, his hands moving tirelessly. “Of course! Even if I have to die, Ms. Mary can’t.”

Though unnecessary, Barry’s bold words brought a rare lightness to the grim scene, causing a few werewolves nearby to chuckle quietly. For a brief moment, the oppressive tension lifted.

Meanwhile, beneath the earth, Aubrey faced a worsening predicament. Water, seeping in from the soil and trickling down from above, had steadily risen until it reached her knees. She forced herself to stand, but the cold had numbed the area below her knees, making movement difficult.

Perhaps she had been too hopeful in her time estimate. An hour might be far too optimistic. With the water level rising, her space to survive was shrinking rapidly. Breathing became a struggle; her chest tightened, and though she tried to slow her racing heartbeat, it only accelerated—a dangerous sign of oxygen deprivation.

Desperate for a distraction, Aubrey reached for her phone and opened a chat with Alpha Henry.

“What are you doing?” she typed.

Alpha Henry paused his digging, brushing mud from his phone screen before replying, “Saving you.”

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