The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 

Valencia’s POV 

The moment Marcelene spoke, her words broke the lingering silence in the room. “The questions they asked me were odd” She leaned back in her chair, her expression tense, 

I frowned Odd how?” 

She folded her arms, her brows furrowing. “Well, they mostly asked about you, obviously. I guess it was more of the vibe that was odd. They asked how long I’ve known you, where I was when Castor was born, if I knew about your pregnancy beforehand,” She paused, her lips pressing into a thin line. “They also asked about Calus–if I had any knowledge of his actions involving you or your child.” 

“What did you say?” 

“The truth,” she replied. “That I didn’t know anything. But then they brought Caius in along with Raiden, and I was pushed out. So I don’t know what happened after that.” 

Her frustration mirrored my own. The council’s intentions were a mystery, and every action they took seemed calculated to keep us off balance. 

Marcy’s tone shifted slightly as she asked, “By the way, what about that servant? The silver–haired boy? You kept looking at him all weird.” Her sharp gaze locked onto mine. 

I hesitated, debating how much to tell her. But Marcelene had always been my confidante, the one person I could trust with the truth, no matter how painful and since this wouldn’t involve the Steele pack, or Caius, I didn’t hold back. 

I sighed deeply, the weight of the memories pressing down on me. “Do you remember what I told you about my second miscarriage?” 

Marcy’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice cautious. “Yeah. You said Jaxon accused you of infidelity and punished you. That’s all you told me.” 

I nodded, swallowing hard before continuing. “Daniel–his name was Seven back then–was at the center of it. Jaxon he killed him because he thought the child I lost was his.” 

Marcy’s mouth fell open slightly, disbelief flickering across her face. “Wait.. Seven? That servant? Jaxon thought your baby 

Was is 

1 looked down at my hands, the memories like a lead weight on my chest. “Honestly, I don’t think Jaxon actually believed. that. It was like… like he was punishing me for losing our baby.” 

Marcy scoffed, her disbelief morphing into disgust. “That bastard Of course he’d pull something like that. But…” She trai- off, her expression softening slightly. “How could he even think that? When would you have even had the time to…” 

“Exactly,” I said, a wry laugh escaping me despite the heaviness of the conversation. “I was either at home, in the packhouse, or running errands for him. There wasn’t even an opportunity to cheat, let alone a reason to. There was only one occasion where he had caught me with him, I had hurt my feet with glass shards and there wasn’t anyone around except Seven, so he helped me bandage it. It was actually right after one of Jaxon’s rage episodes, so I didn’t have any energy to do it myself. I hadn’t expected him to come back so soon…” 

ow in the world did you 

ry time I learn more about your past, the more I’m baffled. How 

Marcy shook her head. “Vi, I swear, every fall in love with a monster like that?” 

I let out another humorless laugh. “Is this what people mean when they say they’re blinded by love?” 

Her face turned serious, her gaze sharp, “But if that kid–Seven, or Daniel, or whatever his name is–was supposed to end up. 

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in the Wolfe pack, what’s he doing here?” 

I shook my head. “I don’t know. I didn’t even know his real name until today.” 

After a long tense silence Marcy’s tone shifted, her words measured. “Do you want to save him?” 

The question caught me off guard. I stared at her, the weight of settling in my chest. 

Did I? 

I thought back to the boy I barely noticed in my past life. “Don’t get the wrong, of course I want to,” I began slowly, “Seeing a kid suffer makes my heart ache. But he’s not like you. I rarely spoke to him, barely even saw him. And… I hated him for what happened.” 

Marcy’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t interrupt. 

“It’s petty.” I admitted, the words bitter on my tongue. “But after Jaxon… after the miscarriage, I started resenting Seven. 1 blamed him foreverything. For helping me when I stepped on glass, for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Even though, deep down, I knew it wasn’t his fault.” 

Marcy’s expression softened, a rare look of understanding crossing her face. “You were hurting. That wasn’t your fault either.” 

I shrugged, the guilt still gnawing at me. “It doesn’t change what happened. And now? How am I supposed to save him when I can’t even save myself? Dante already seems to hate him for reasons I don’t understand, and he works for the SNC Is it even possible to take him away from here?” 

Marcy sighed, leaning back in het chair. “You’re right. And if he going to the Wolfe pack… well, you’re not there anymore. Maybe he won’t run into the same problems.” 

I nodded, though the thought brought little comfort. 

The door opened, and Caius and Dante stepped back in. Even with the bond muffled, I could sense the tension rolling off Dante in waves. Whatever they’d discussed hadn’t been good. 

“Can we head home now?” I asked, hoping for reprieve. 

Dante glanced at me, his expression softening slightly. “Yes.” He turned to Caius, who called for the driver. 

As I moved to stand, I yelped when Dante swept me into his arms in a bridal carry. “What are you doing?” 

“Carrying you.” he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, 

The humiliation burned through me as we walked past workers and soldiers, all of whom tried (and failed) to hide their curious glances. Thankfully, no one whispered or commented, though their expressions were enough to make me want to sink into the ground. 

As we passed through the doors, my eyes lingered op Daniel. He stood off to the side, bowing his head respectfully. My brows furrowed as I glanced back at him 

This was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? Even if I wanted to help him, what could I do? 

By the time we arrived back home, it was past midnight. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, and I barely had the energy to change out of my tea–stained clothes before collapsing onto the bed.