The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia)
Revenge Novel 11

Chapter 11

Valencia's POV

The room froze.

Jaxon's words hung in the air like a death knell, silencing everyone, even my racing thoughts. My pulse thundered in my cars as 1 stared at him, horrified.

“I'm willing to take responsibility for her,” he had said, his tone alm, as though he were doing something noble.

Finally, Roman Wolfe, the Pack Alpha, broke the silence with a sharp bark of laughter. "Insolence! The Wolfe heir will NOT be courting a disgrace."

Relief swept through me for a brief, fleeting moment.

“I understand your concern, Father, Jaxon replied smoothly, bowing his head in mock deference. "But I assure you, I do not intend to claim her as my mate. Simply as a concubine. As a courtesy to Uncle Drogo for his family's loyal service to the pack

No.

The sirens in my head blared louder than ever, and I shot to my feet. "I refuse!”

Gasps rippled through the room. My heart pounded as all eyes turned to me, their shock and fury palpable.

"You insolent child!" My father's voice thundered, his Alpha dominance washing over me like a crushing wave. "How dare you speak to the Alpha like that? Apologize this instant!"

My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor under the weight of his command. Tears stung my eyes as I struggled to form the words he demanded, my jaw clenched in defiance. “My apologies. Lord Alpha, I ground out through gritted teeth.

Roman's cold gaze settled on me.

"Stand up and look at me."

The Alpha command struck again, and my body moved against my will, rising to face him. My legs shook as I straightened, but I kept my eyes downcast.

Since you

dare to refuse my son's gracious offer," Roman said, his voice like ice, “I ask that you provide a proper reason,"

My mind raced. What could I say? What reason would they accept? Love? No, that excuse was laughable in a pack that thrived on political and loveless marriages.

Then it hit me.

Taking a steadying breath, I bowed my head, feigning heartbreak and sadness. "My apologies, Lord Alpha," I began, my voice trembling just enough to sound genuine. But I cannot in good conscience accept it. I'm afraid if Alpha Jaxon takes me as his concubine, my wretched fate might rub off on him."

A ripple of discomfort spread through the room, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air.

Jaxon scowled, his voice sharp. “What do you mean? Speak clearly!"

I took a deep breath, forcing my voice to steady, "Not long ago, I stopped having my monthly moon time. After

a discreet doctor's appointment, I was told that I am infertile."

Gasps echoed around the room, the weight of my statement landing like a hammer.

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"I dare not be greedy." I continued, and bring hard lock to the fare of our park or our future Alpha"

The silence was deafening My father's face twisted into something ugly, his voice a roar that made me flinch. I should never have claimed you, you wretched whore?"

I stumbled back as he stormed out of the room, his fury leaving varum in its wake. If this was me in the past life I would have probably cried till I fainted or did something equally dramatic. However, noor, looking arthe person I used to call father. The person I had once held high regard for, I felt nothing but pity and indifference, slight anger as well.

But after the way he had perished in his past life, I didn't want waste any meager feelings or emotions I had left on a person who thought of me as nothing but a bargaining chip.

The words were the same he had yelled at me in my past life, after my second miscarriage. “I should never have claimed you, you wretched whore!"

Jaxon had become increasingly agitated and my father called me worthless, imprisoning me in my own room on the false allegations of indeluy

The funny part was that they trusted the words of a maid more than they had trusted me. Because alas, I was the daughter of a maid who was previouslya sex worker. A wretched whore.

The room was still, everyone too shocked to speak. I took the opportunity to bow deeply and excuse myself. "Thank you for your time, Lord Alpha. I will take my leave."

As I turned to leave, my eyes merJaxon's. His gaze burned with fury, his jaw tight, but a small, defiant smirk tugged at the comer of my lips,

Even after disgracing myself, I couldn't explain the exhilaration that coursed through me. The taste of freedom felt sharp and intoxicating. For the first time, I had felt like I had won against him

I walked through the corridors, my steps slow and deliberate, watching the pack soldiers train in the grounds below. Their movements were fluid, purposeful, and free. A soft smile graced my lips as 1 descended the stairs.

The moment was cut short when I collided with something—or rather, someone.

The scent of mint and citrus infiltrated my senses, and I stumbled back, bracing for the impact of the floor. But it never

came.

Strong hands caught me, steadying me before I could fall. Lightcy blue eyes stared down at me, a flicker of disdain in their depths.

I stared at cherry red bangs that fluttered across her forehead, my heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

Memories of a stubborn and rude beta instantly bombarded me

"Marcelene?" I whispered, my voice trembling with disbelief.

"You know who I am?" she asked, her voice sharp, guarded,

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and before I could stop myself, I threw my arms around her, hugging

her tightly. Her body stiffened in surprise, but I didn't care.

"Excuse me? Did you hit your head somewhere?" She asks.

Marcelene had been my savior once. She had died protecting me her final words etched into my memory: "If there really is

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a next life. I hope we end up as friends and don't make stupid amptions again.

"Why are you acting so weird?” she muttered, pushing me hack gently but firmly. Her wariness was clear now, and I couldn't blame her.

I wiped my eyes and forced a smile. "I'm sorry," I said, laughing softly "That hug was a thank you."

"For what?" she asked, her tone skeptical.

"For saving me,” I said simply, my smile widening

Her brows furrowed further. “That wasn't much of a save. At mo, you would've bruised your butt if you fell.”

1 laughed, shaking my head. "Well then, many thanks for saving any butt"

She muttered something under her breath-probably calling me weirdo-but the tension in her posture eased

slightly.

As I watched her walk away, my smile faltered. Marcelene had been the only person in my previous life who had shown me any form of sincerity. And I had lost her.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. The Steele Pack War was still looming, and if nothing changed, I would lose her again.

This time, I vowed silently, wouldn't let that happen.