The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 152

Dante’s POV

Valencia had been on edge since yesterday.

Even without our bond, I would have noticed it—the way she fidgeted with her hands when she thought no one was watching, the way her gaze would drift somewhere far away before snapping back with forced attentiveness.

But with our bond?

I could feel it.

The unease. The uncertainty. The hesitance.

And I knew—knew—that she was keeping something from me.

She had told me everything about her conversation with Alpha Selene, yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a part of the story she was deliberately leaving out.

I had been waiting for her to tell me.

But she hadn’t.

And that… hurt.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust her.

I did.

But I wanted her to trust me, too.

To lean on me. To share her burdens instead of carrying them alone.

I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling as the early morning darkness pressed in around us.

The digital clock on the bedside table read 5:07 AM.

In just a few hours, we would be leaving for the wedding.

By wolf tradition, the ceremony would take place at sunset, followed by a night hunt.

I should have been thinking about that.

Instead, all I could think about was the way Valencia’s breathing hitched ever so slightly, the way her fingers twitched against the sheets even in sleep.

She wasn’t resting peacefully.

Neither was I.

I turned toward her, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

My mate.

My wife.

The one person I would raze entire kingdoms for.

And yet…

She’s hiding something. I knew early on in our relationship that there were quite a few things she hid from me. Unlike before, I wasn’t okay giving her space anymore. I was a greedy man.

I exhaled slowly through my nose.

Then, before I could stop myself, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Soft. Slow.

Trying to push away the bitter thoughts in my mind.

She stirred, her body tensing for a brief second before relaxing into the touch.

Then, her lashes fluttered, and she blinked up at me with wide, sleep-dazed eyes.

I felt her heartbeat getting louder.

My lips curled.

Even after all this time—even after everything we had been through—she still reacted like this.

Like she was falling in love with me all over again.

I loved that.

I lived for that.

“I’m feeling thirsty,” I whispered.

She frowned slightly, still half-asleep, and moved to sit up. “I’ll get you water—”

I stopped her with a hand on her waist.

“No… not for water.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes.

Her breath caught, and I watched as the faintest pink bloomed on her ears.

Beautiful.

In one swift motion, I flipped us over, pinning her beneath me.

Her gasp was swallowed as I kissed her again, deeper this time.

Her fingers clutched at my shoulders, her body arching into mine, and a soft whimper left her lips that sent fire racing through my veins.

Fuck.

I had been having these thoughts lately.

Dark thoughts. Possessive thoughts.

No…to be honest I had these thoughts ever since I laid eyes on her.

And they were slowly getting worse.

I knew it wasn’t normal.

Hell, if I said them out loud, she’d probably refuse to come within ten feet of me.

But the words echoed in my mind.

Every time I touched her.

Every time I took her.

I want to swallow her whole.

To carve my presence into every part of her soul.

To make sure she belonged to me—only me.

I imagined locking her away, keeping her hidden, making her need me for everything.

Feeding her myself.

Bathing her myself.

Becoming her one and only source of comfort, of warmth, of pleasure.