The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 

Chapter 87 

Valencia’s POV 

The library was warm, its vast expanse filled with the scent of old books and the faint sound of a melodic tune hummed in the air. 

I didn’t know what the tune was, but it seemed soothing. 

I’d stayed longer than I intended, lingering in the company of Caius and Marcy as they explained their findings. Despite the 

presence. weight of everything we’d discussed, I found myself oddly comforted by their 

Yet, as much as I wanted to continue learning–about the library about Castor, about everything–I could feel my suppressors beginning to wear off. It started as a faint buzz under my skin, but I knew it would soon spiral into something much harder to manage. I needed to leave. 

Caius looked up as I pushed my chair back. “Oh, by the way,” he said casually, his voice carrying across the room, “the password to the eighteenth floor is 6969… just in case you want to go see him.” 

Marcy scoffed, rolling her eyes. “6969? What is that, a sex den?” 

Caius smirked, the corner of his mouth curling up in a way that made Marcy’s cheeks flush. “Curious? Would you like me to take you there?” 

I chuckled softly at the way Marcy buried her head in her book, her blush deepening. It was rare to see her flustered, and the sight eased some of the tension in my chest. I nodded toward Calus, murmuring a quiet, “Thanks,” before heading to the elevator. 

As the doors slid shut behind me, I hesitated. My finger hovered over the button for my floor, but my eyes flicked to the button for the eighteenth floor instead. 

I bit my lip. 

The 

connection between Dante and me was a constant hum in the back of my mind, a steady swirl of emotions that made my stomach twist and flip. Desire. Burning, unrelenting desire. 

I sighed and pressed the button for my floor. 

When I reached the bedroom, I placed Castor gently in his cot, my hands trembling as I clicked the button to bring out the dome. Even as I did it, my heart clenched painfully. 

But I needed to do this. 

I stood there for a moment, staring at the faint glow of his egg through the protective dome. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt him -I couldn’t–but I had to start learning to put some distance between us. I’d read about mothers who started resenting their eggs for consuming so much of their energy and mind. I knew I could never hate him, but the thought of becoming someone who might hurt him terrified me. 

I stepped away, forcing myself to turn toward the door. I told the head maid to check on him and to keep the room locked before heading back to the elevator. 

As the doors closed around me, I exhaled shakily. 

I knew what Alpha ruts were like. I’d endured three of Jaxon’s, and they’d been…. awful. Painful, exhausting, and devoid of 

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any care for me. 

But Dante had never hurt me. Not once. Even when I’d bee,. make sure I was okay. And somehow, that thought made 

scared, even when I’d flinched, he’d stopped, pulling back to the simmering desire in my gut pool deeper. 

“Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, heat rushing to my face as I pressed the button for the eighteenth floor. 

The elevator ride felt impossibly long, each second stretching as ny heart pounded in my chest. My fingers fidgeted at my 

What I was about to do. sides, and my face burned as I realized what I was doin 

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When the doors opened, I stepped out hesitantly. 

The entire floor had only one door, directly in front of the elevator. 

My stomach flipped as I approached it, my pulse racing. I entered the first two digits of the password, but before I could finish, the door was pulled open from the inside. 

My breath hitched as Dante stood before me, completely shirtless. His chest was broad, his muscles taut, and his skin glistened faintly, as if he were burning from within. My eyes trailed downward–his trousers strained against the tented length beneath them. 

He frowned at me, his jaw tight. “Get lost,” he said roughly, his voice hoarse. 

I blinked, stunned by his crassness. “I–I want to-‘ 

“Valencia,” he cut me off, his voice low and strained, “you can’t handle it, okay? I won’t be able to hold back. I might hurt you.” 

I bit my lip, hesitating for only a moment before whispering, “I can handle a little pain.” 

His pupils blew wide, and the fiery red in his eyes deepened as he stepped closer. His hand shot out, grabbing my before I could react, his mouth was on mine. 

face, and 

The kiss was rough, his lips demanding as they claimed mine. My eyes widened as he bit down, hard enough to break skin, and I gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure flooding me. He sucked on my bottom lip, tasting the faint hint of blood, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped me. 

My heart thundered wildly in my chest, caught between fear and raw desire. My legs trembled, and my knees buckled, but his hands were there, steadying me. 

When he pulled back, his gaze burned into mine, his chest heaving. For a moment, I thought he might let me in. 

But then he pushed me away. 

My eyes widened in shock as his rough voice broke the silence. “It’s not a little pain,” he said, his tone almost pleading ” don’t know what I might do, Valencia. You don’t understand–I can barely hold back. I keep imagining doing things to you. Horrible things. I know I’ll hurt you. Badly. So please,” his voice tracked, “don’t make this more difficult for me.” 

And with that, he slammed the door in my face. 

I stood there, dumbfounded. 

Did he… did he just lock me out? 

My trembling fingers rose to touch my swollen lips, and I felt the faint sting where his teeth had bitten me. A quivering 

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