The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 

Chapter 102 

Valencia’s POV 

Could Dante really be seeing the future? 

Not just dreams, but an actual glimpse of what was to come? My thoughts spiraled as I tried to make sense of it. 

It couldn’t be possible. Could it? 

No one should know what had happened in my past life, not unless… 

I swallowed hard. Unless this wasn’t truly the past. What if I hadn’t turned back time but had been reborn into a parallel universe instead? 

Then that would mean, this wasn’t him seeing the future, but seeing his memories of the future he had already lived? 

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I’d entertained the parallel universe theory before, but it always felt too much. If it were true, then there was still a version of the world out there where my children were dead, where I was dead. Where Dante’s pack and family had been destroyed. 

I shook my head slightly, trying to push the thought away. 

Was I thinking too much? Overanalyzing? 

Maybe it really was just a dream. 

“Vi?” 

Dante’s voice broke through the whirlwind in my mind. 

“Hmm?” I replied, looking at him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and tinged with guilt. 

I frowned, shaking my head as I leaned closer to him. “No, don’t apologize. I’m sorry. I just got lost in my thoughts. That sounds really scary, Dante.” 

I moved up and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and his lips curved into a small, grateful smile. 

“Surprisingly, I don’t feel afraid when you’re with me,” he murmured, nuzzling the curve of my neck. “You’re my tether. You keep me… I don’t know how to explain it.” 

He didn’t need to explain. I could feel it through our bond–the warmth of his emotions flowing into me, wrapping around me like a gentle embrace. 

Pure, unguarded adoration. 

No… it wasn’t just adoration. This felt deeper, more intense. 

Was this love? 

My heart raced at the thought, pounding so hard I wondered if he could hear it. Could Dante truly… love me? 

My mind flashed back to the day I asked him about the new carpets in the hallways, an innocent question I hadn’t thought 

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Dante had said, “You always forget to wear slippers and rush out. What if you slip? Or catch a cold because of the marble?” 

He’d said it so casually, as though it were no big deal to completely alter the layout of his estate for me. 

His care went beyond words. I didn’t need him to say, “I love you” His actions spoke louder than any declaration ever could. Unlike Jaxon, who’d thrown the words around without meaning, Dante’s every gesture was filled with genuine thoughtfulness. 

This man… this man was everything I hadn’t realized I needed. 

As we lay back down onto the bed, I did something I’d never done before. I wrapped my arms around him from behind, becoming the big spoon. 

He chuckled softly at first, the sound low and warm. “What are you doing?” 

“Just hold still,” I said, grinning against his back. 

I felt his body relax into mine, his hand reaching back to interlock with mine. His contentment bled into me through our bond, filling my chest with a quiet, fluttering joy. 

The next morning however started with a knock at the door. 

“Dante?” Sir Joseph’s voice came through, firm and urgent. 

Dante sat up immediately, his brow furrowed. “Come in.” 

Joseph stepped inside, his expression grim. “Alpha Raiden. He’s not waking up. I’ve already called the pack doctor–he just arrived.” 

A chill ran down my spine. Dante didn’t say a word. He was already out of bed and pulling on a shirt before I could what was happening. I hurried to follow him, my heart pounding as his fear bled into me. 

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The sixth floor was a place I hadn’t ventured to before. The air felt darker here, the grandeur of the hallway muted by the somber tension that hung thick. 

Raiden’s bedroom door was open, and we stepped inside to find the doctor setting up equipment. My eyes went to the oxygen mask covering Raiden’s face, his chest rising and falling steadily. The soft beeping of the monitor was the only sign 

that he was still alive. 

But the doctor’s expression was grim. 

I saw Dante freezing for a second as his gaze landed on his father, then he quickly looked away, his voice sharp with tension. “What’s wrong?” 

The doctor hesitated, his eyes flicking to Joseph before he finally spoke. “He’s slipped into a coma”