The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 

Chapter 106 

Valencia’s POV 

My chest tightened, and I gripped Castor’s shell just a little harder. There was no point in lying; he would feel the truth through our connection, just as I would with him. So I nodded slowly, my voice quiet but firm. 

“In a way… yes.” 

Dante’s eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity sparking in their depths. Before he could ask more, another thought came to the forefront of my mind, something I couldn’t ignore after seeing Aurora’s portrait. 

“Dante,” I began hesitantly, watching as his expression shifted into something more guarded. “What Joseph said earlier… about Tatiana poisoning your mother. What motíve could she possibly have?” 

His jaw clenched, and though his face remained calm, the faint crackle of frustration rippled through our bond. 

“She was in love with my father,” he said after a long pause. “Before she was married off to the Alpha of the Wolfe pack, she wanted him. When he chose my mother, she couldn’t handle it. Jealousy… it drove her to do unspeakable things.” 

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His voice was steady, but the anger beneath it was unmistakable. I frowned, hesitant but unable to hold back, “Do you…. have proof of that?” 

Dante’s gaze snapped to mine, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. Instead, he sighed, shaking his head. “No. Not me. Father does.” 

My stomach twisted uncomfortably. Something about this didn’t sit right with me. The Tatiana I knew–or thought I knew hadn’t seemed like the kind of person capable of such treachery. But then again, how well had I really known her? 

I bit my lip, wanting to voice my doubts but knowing it wasn’t the right time. If I suggested now that Dante and Raiden might have killed the wrong person in their pursuit of justice for Aurora, it would only create more problems. 

And we had enough to deal with right now. 

So I stayed silent. 

Later that night, after setting Castor down in his cot, I crawled into bed beside Dante. He reached for me almost immediately, pulling me into his arms with a surprising gentleness. 

His hold tightened slightly, his chin resting on the top of my head as he spoke, his voice low and tentative. 

“Valencia… Do you think I’m making the right decision?” 

I tilted my head to look at him, my brows furrowing. “About what?” 

“About looking for a cure for Dad,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

My heart sank. That was the one question I had hoped he wouldn’t ask, because I knew he wouldn’t like my answer. 

But then he continued, “You remember…. the nightmare? I actually didn’t tell you everything. In the dream, I pulled the plug. And he died.” 

I understood instantly, he was talking about the dream in which he saw Raiden on a ventilator and my heart sunk even more. How would it have felt? Seeing one’s nightmares come true? 

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His grip on me tightened, as if bracing himself for the truth he ready felt through our bond. Het out a shaky breath, my mind racing. 

What would I do in his place? 

If I had a good father and a loving mother–one gone, the other lipping away–would I want to let go? Would I have the strength to pull the plug on someone I loved so deeply? 

No. I wouldn’t. The guilt, the weight of that decision, would crush me. 

But that didn’t make it right to prolong someone else’s suffering and the way Joseph had put it, he was not only suffering from emotional pain, but due to taking Mirage, he was also under constant physical pain. 

I wanted to comfort Dante. I didn’t want him to hurt. But won’t seeing his own father in pain hurt him more? 

Maybe if I was the one to make the decision for him, it would ease the burden on him? 

I steeled myself, my voice quiet but firm. “I think… we should let him go.” 

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and unyielding. 

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I felt the shift in him immediately–the way his grip on me loosened just slightly, the way his breathing evened out, the way the oppressive weight in the air seemed to ease just a little. 

But then, before I could process his reaction fully, he flipped me over, and I let out a small yelp. His lips crashed against mine, the kiss desperate and heart–wrenching 

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if they were mine or his. The pain rolling off h 

overwhelming, that it felt like my own. 

was so immense, so 

The dim light from the closet area cast a golden glow over the room, a habit Dante had developed after my panic attack. His lips trembled against mine, and I felt the wetness of his tears as they mingled with my own. 

His kisses grew more fervent, almost frantic, as if he could pour all his anguish into me and find some semblance of solace. 

If it eased his pain, even a little, I didn’t mind. 

We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity, tangled in each other’s arms, our hearts aching in unison. It wasn’t until exhaustion finally took over that we drifted into a restless sleep. 

Morning arrived far too quickly, and by afternoon, we were already on a private plane heading to Wolfe pack territory. 

The plane was more like a luxury apartment, complete with everything we needed to