The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 

Chapter 90 

Dante’s POV: 

I woke slowly, groaning as soreness rippled through my body. Every muscle ached, a dull thrum of pain that reminded me I’d pushed myself beyond my limits. 

My eyes blinked open, squinting against the faint rays of sunlight that seeped through the torn blinds. 

I frowned. Sunlight? 

The blinds in this room weren’t supposed to let light through. This entire space had been specifically designed for Alpha ruts–dark and padded, the air dim and heavy to simulate night. The furniture was sturdy, meant to withstand violent outbursts, and the walls muffled sound so no one could hear the chaos that usually unfolded inside. 

As I pushed myself up from my stomach, my body protested the movement. I winced and flopped onto my back like a starfish, heaving a tired breath. My thoughts were sluggish, and the scent in the room hit me all at once–musky, sweet, and so thick it was almost dizzying. 

The sound of a soft jingle broke through the haze, and I froze. 

That sound. 

Memories surged back with the force of a freight train, punching the air out of my lungs. Her anklets. The sound of those little charms tinkling had been constant last night, a soft melody amidst the storm of my rut. 

“Fuck.” 

I turned my head slowly, heart hammering as I looked at the pile of comforters next to me. My hand was draped over them as if I’d been protecting something even in my sleep. At first glance, it looked like a bundle of pillows tucked beneath the 

covers. 

Swallowing hard, I reached for the comforter and gently pulled it down. 

My breath caught. 

Valencia lay on her stomach, her bare back exposed to the faint sunlight filtering into the room. Her skin was a canvas of purple and pink bruises, bite marks trailing down her spine. Some were faint, fading already, but others were dark and angry. My eyes locked onto the mark on her neck—a perfect curve of teeth, still raw and deep red. 

The mate mark. 

It had taken. 

She was mine now. 

A mixture of relief and guilt churned in my chest. Relief because, selfishly, I wanted her to be bound to me. She couldn’t leave now. No matter how much she might want to, the bond wouldn’t let her. And guilt because… 

I remembered the night vividly. 

The overwhelming heat, the loss of control, the primal instinct to claim her over and over again. The memory of her screams echoed in my mind, and my chest clenched painfully. Tears had streamed down her face, her voice breaking as she begged me to slow down, to stop. 

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But I hadn’t. 

I’d given in to every dark urge, every forbidden thought that had crossed my mind. I’d wanted to chain her to the bed, to crawl inside her and never let go. And through it all, one word had burned in my mind like a mantra. 

“Rumag.” 

Mate. 

Her words from before the rut replayed in my mind, her quiet declaration that she would make me believe her. Maybe a part of me had realized that no matter what she did, I wouldn’t fully trust her until I’d made her mine completely. 

And now, I had. 

I ran a hand down my face, groaning softly. “Fuck,” I muttered again. 

I forced myself to move, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My entire body protested the motion, but I ignored it, walking toward the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror was a mess–disheveled hair, faint scratches on my chest, and bite marks along my shoulders. 

I opened the cabinet and grabbed the medical kit, my mind racing as I pieced together the last three days 

My mind ground to a halt. 

Three days?! 

Omega heats could last days, sometimes even a week, but Alpha ruts? They were usually over in one night. One brutal, intense night. 

Had my rut lasted longer because of my dragon side? 

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. 

If it had been three days… had Valencia eaten? Drunk any water? She couldn’t have possibly- 

I turned sharply, scanning the room for any sign of Castor. He wasn’t here. My stomach churned as panic began to bubble in my chest. Did she leave him in the cot? Or had she given him to Marcy before coming here? 

The thought made my chest tighten painfully. She’d done this for me. She’d willingly walked into my rut, knowing the risk, knowing what it would mean. And I? I’d been such an asshole that I’d rejoiced in the fact that she was now trapped with me. 

I shook my head, forcing the thought away. There was no time for this now. 

I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, the screen lighting up as I checked the date. Monday. 

Three full days. 

My jaw tightened as I scrolled through the missed calls and messages. Caius had left many missed calls, but I ignored them for now. I needed to focus on Valencia. 

As I moved back toward the bed, the state of the room finally registered. 

The blinds were shredded, sunlight streaming through the torn fabric. Claw marks marred the walls and furniture, deep gouges cutting into the leather of the spanking bench in the corner. 

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I sucked in a shuddering breath, running a hand through my hair. The memories were hazy, but I remembered enough. Enough to make me want to bury my head in my hands and groan in frustration.