Reborn Omega Avenge Herself Like an Alpha (Aubrey Mary) novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474: Tying Up Loose Ends

The old Miguel family estate stood quietly under the fading light of dusk, its worn walls whispering stories of the past. Inside, Aubrey glanced toward Perry with a gentle curiosity. “How is Ms. Mary?” she asked softly.

Perry, who had just arrived with news from the Shadowmoon Pack, scratched the back of his neck before replying. Aubrey had already heard whispers of her own rescue by Alpha Henry and the recent turmoil involving the Mountain Pack. Somehow, that knowledge brought her a small measure of relief; she was glad to be free from that grim place.

Since arriving at the Shadowmoon Pack, Aubrey had observed Mary from afar. Mary’s beauty was striking, but it was her commanding presence and the passionate way she spoke of medicine that truly captivated Aubrey—reminding her of herself when she delved into potion research. In that moment, Aubrey recognized a worthy rival in Mary, someone who could stand as her nemesis.

“Ms. Mary is doing well,” Perry said cautiously, then pulled a small bouquet of flowers from his pocket, his eyes flickering nervously as he offered them to Aubrey. “Do you like these?”

Aubrey was momentarily taken aback but quickly returned a flawless smile. “I do,” she said, her voice softening. Then, her gaze shifted slightly, and she added in a quieter tone, “Though, I prefer herbs over flowers. I heard the Shadowmoon Pack’s library holds a book cataloging all the herbs of the Northern Continent. Could you help me borrow it?”

Perry’s expression faltered, and he looked troubled. “That book… only senior wolf-healers have access to it. I don’t have the clearance.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Aubrey’s face, but she masked it quickly. “Oh well, never mind,” she said lightly, turning to the kitchen. She fetched a glass vase, trimmed the pink flowers, and arranged them carefully. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a pale glow over the delicate stems. Aubrey pressed her lips together tightly. She despised pink flowers more than anything.

Hidden beneath the sleeve of her robe, her hand clenched into a fist. She hated werewolves even more.

Two decades ago, the werewolves of the Northern Continent had declared a ruthless purge against witches, forcing her family and countless others to flee southward in desperation. That brutal war had left witches on the brink of extinction. Her parents, elders, family friends—almost everyone she loved had perished.

Because of that, Aubrey had wasted not a single day in the Weeping Forest. She had engineered the Lupine virus and, with Ulrich of the Tempest Pack, unleashed it upon the Northern Continent. Yet, how could someone like her exist? How had she managed to crack the virus so swiftly?

Her breath came faster, her chest tightening with a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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