The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 

Valencia’s POV 

Dante’s hand hovered near the small of my back as we left the room, his presence steady and grounding. 

I clutched the egg against me, feeling its faint warmth radiate through the fabric of my dress. Despite everything–despite the whirlwind of emotions and the enormity of what had just happened–a twinge of something unfamiliar stirred in me. 

Happiness. Was it because I had changed a huge part of my fatel 

The thought was fleeting but undeniable. As we walked the expansive halls of the mansion, I found myself sneaking glances 

at Dante. 

He seemed more relaxed than earlier, his sharp features softened ever so slightly. His lips curved faintly, as though he knew I was watching him. 

he 

“This way a leading me to a set of polished silver doors. 

I tilted my head curiously as he pressed a button and the doors slid open with a quiet chime. “We had an elevator?” 

“Of course,” he replied, stepping aside to let me in first. 

“Thank you,” I murmured as he pressed the button for the fourth floor. 

His lips quirked. “It’s a long walk otherwise.” 

I sighed, “You could have told me earlier, I wouldn’t have had to run all four floors down.” 

A small chuckle escaped Dante and couldn’t help but blush, feeling sort of silly. Now that I think about it, I could have asked the multiple maids or guards that I had passed. 

I gazed at the selection of buttons and my eyes widened realizing there were over twenty four buttons. Did this elevator go sideways too? Or were there actually twenty four floors in this castle–like mansion? 

1 clutched the egg tighter. As the elevator hummed to life, I asked. “What will you do now?” 

“Ill inform the Wolfe pack about the wedding,” he said simply. His tone was casual, but his eyes were focused and sharp. “We don’t have much time.” 

The elevator dinged softly as we reached my floor. He stepped aside, his gaze meeting mine. “Be ready. Also, my office is on the third floor, just in case you need me for something. Otherwise you can ask the butler or maids for anything you want. Or 

even Caius 

I nodded, stepping out. “Thank you….” 

He gave a small nod, the elevator doors closing between us. 

I quickly made my way back to our bedroom. 

Marcelene sat on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed and her red hair an untamed halo around her face. She looked up as I entered, her eyes narrowing slightly. 

You look..fine,” she said, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness. 

I managed a small smile. “I think I might be. For now.” 

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Marcy tilted her head, her brows knitting together, “So? What happened? Are you actually going through with this?” 

Sitting beside her, I recounted everything: the contract, the conditions, and my decision. Her expression shifted from skepticism to exasperation and, finally, something akin to resignation. 

“You’re impossible,” she muttered. 

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” I said softly, looking down at the egg nestled in my lap. Its gentle hum of contentment mirrored my own resolve. 

Marcy sighed heavily, leaning back on her hands. “I know, Andat’s what makes me so mad.” She paused, then added, “Also, you’re hopeless, you know that? I can see it in your face. You actually really like Dante.” 

I blinked at her, startled. “What? I-” 

“Don’t even try to deny it,” she teased, a wry grin spreading acro her lips. “You’re practically glowing.” 

Heat crept up my cheeks, and I quickly stood, ignoring her laugh “Will you stay?” 

Her grin faltered. “What do you mean?” 

“I want you to be my maid of honor,” I said, turning to face her. I know this is short notice, and that you hate this pack after everything I told you about my previous life, I won’t force you to stay. But if you’re here… If you’re by my side, it’ll mean the world to me. 

She was the only person I could completely count on right now. The only person who fully comprehended my situation. And the only person 1 would choose to stand by me during such an important event. 

Last time it had been Celeste who had been my maid of honor. But this time I wanted to choose myself. 

Marcy stared at me for a long moment, her eyes flicking to the egg in my arms. Finally, she sighed and stood. “Fine. But only because I can’t leave you alone with these wolves. 

ur mom?” 

“But what about your 

“I was already at the hospital in the morning and I called the nurse before you came. Mom will be fine. I’m not in a hurry now.” She answered. 

Relief washed over me, and I gave her a quick, grateful hug. 

The next few hours passed in a blur of activity. The maids were quick to answer my request for a dress for Marcy, and as they bustled in and out, we began preparing. 

I sat before the ornate vanity, watching as a maid carefully worked her magic on my hair. My auburn waves were sent back into an elegant twist, small curls framing my face, The soft scent of lavender from the products they used reminded me of 

Dante. 

Marcy, meanwhile, looked like she was fighting a battle of her own as another maid attempted to tame her wild hair that had been curled by an iron. “Don’t pull so hard,” she grumbled, earning a quiet apology from the nervous maid. 

“You look beautiful,” I said, glancing at her through the mirror. 

Marcy rolled her eyes but smirked. “You too, Vi. Very bride–like 

A soft knock at the door interrupted us, and Caius entered, his usual smug grin in place. He carried a garment bag over his arm, his dark blue eyes gleaming mischievously. 

“Ladies,” he greeted, inclining his head. 

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Marcy immediately bristled, her eyes narrowing, “What do you want?” 

Ignoring her tone, Caius held out the bag. “For you,” he said simply, his gaze locking onto Marcy, 

She got up but hesitated, her arms crossed defensively. “What is ?” 

“Address” Caius replied, his tone light. “I thought you might need something..more appropriate.” 

Marcy’s skepticism was palpable, but she took the bag cautiously Unzipping it, her eyes widened slightly. Inside was an icy blue colored dress, simple yet elegant. The soft fabric shimmered faintly under the light, it was a mermaid style dress with a draped off shoulder neckline, and the understated design perfectly matched Marcy’s personality. 

I watched as her fingers brushed over the material, a flicker of appreciation crossing her face before she quickly masked it. “It’s fine,” she said gruffly, avoiding Caius’s gaze. 

He smirked. “You’re welcome.” 

After Caius left, Marcy turned to me, holding the dress up. “So what do you think?” 

I smiled, unable to hide my amusement. “I think he understands you better than you think.” 

Marcelene rolled her eyes and turned around, but I didn’t miss the small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. 

Three hours later, we were finally ready.