The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 1

Valencia's POV

The room was silent, but my world was shattering.

Jaxon stood at the head of the pack meeting, his eyes gleaming with pride as he declared the news. His voice echoed through the room, each word slashing through me, sharper than any blade.

“I am pleased to announce that my dear Celeste is carrying my child, and she is already six months along. We will have a wedding next month to celebrate this joyous occasion,” Jaxon declared, his voice thick with pride.

I clutched the delicate gold chain in my hand, the one I had made for my unborn daughter. The metal bit into my palm, grounding me, as the world around me fell apart. A chorus of whispers aimed at me spread through the room, growing louder.

"Miscarried again..."

"Third time? She's cursed."

"Abominable."

The murmurs stung, but none hurt as much as the words coming from my husband—my mate. The man who once promised me love and protection. The man who had marked me.

I blinked through my tears, staring at Jaxon as if seeing him for the first time. His gaze was sharp, cold, utterly devoid of the warmth I used to know. He wasn’t looking at me, though. His eyes were fixed on Celeste, standing beside him with a soft, triumphant smile on her lips. Dressed in a pale pink silk gown that draped over her round belly, she looked radiant. I felt bile rise in my throat as her hand caressed her stomach.

Celeste’s gaze turned to me, her lips curling into a smile that seemed sweet to anyone watching but held something dark just beneath the surface. She stepped closer, patting her belly. “Want to touch our son?” she asked, her voice like poisoned honey.

I hesitated, my breath hitching. I didn’t want to touch her. I didn’t want to even look at her. But somehow, almost against my will, I reached out, my hand trembling as it rested on her swollen belly.

The moment I touched her, a wave of nausea hit me. Only a minute later Celeste’s face twisted, her smile faltering. Suddenly, she let out a scream, clutching her stomach.

“What are you doing?” She gasped, looking at me in horror as Jaxon's eyes shot at me menacingly and he stepped forward to push me away from her. I felt confusion and agony as I fell back.

“Something’s wrong!” she cried, her voice thick with panic. “My baby—something’s wrong with my baby!” Jaxon quickly turned and started yelling at the pack guards to bring a doctor.

The room erupted. Gasps, murmurs, curses directed at me. My ears rang and my vision blurred as voices accused me.

"Jealous witch!"

“She wants to kill her sister’s baby!”

I stumbled back, my heart racing as the faces around me twisted with fury and disgust.

I hadn’t done anything!

I tried to speak, to deny it, but my voice wouldn’t come. Black spots invaded my vision as I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe, drowning in the hatred surrounding me.

The last thing I saw before everything went dark was Jaxon’s venomous glare.

When I woke, my wrists ached, and the stale air stung my throat. I blinked, taking in the dim light filtering through cracks in the ceiling above me. Chains bound me to a narrow cot in what looked like a damp, crumbling cell. My head pounded, and each breath sent a sharp pain through my chest.