The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia)
Revenge Novel 14

Chapter 14

Valencia's POV

Something is wrong with me.

I lay flat on my bed, staring at the plain white ceiling of my bedroom.

It had been three weeks since that fateful night with Steal. Three weeks since I'd felt like I'd truly taken control of my life for the first time. And yet, here I was, drowning in uncertainty again

The memory of that night still made me blush if I let my mind nger too long. Not that I was surprised-it had been........ incredible. He was everything I hadn't expected. Kind, attentive, and most importantly, the only person I'd ever had sex with and actually enjoyed it.

My cheeks burned as I pushed the thought away. Focus, Valencia

There were bigger problems at hand.

I'd missed my period.

At first, I told myself it wasjust stress. After all, I had been thrown into a whirlwind of changes-standing up to Jaxon, all the drama that was happening around me, trying to rebuild myself piece by piece.

But then came the nausea. It crept up on me without warning, rolling through me in waves until I found myself hunched over the toilet more often than I cared to admit.

And that's when it hit me.

I checked my calendar, heart pounding in my chest.

The night I spent with Steal... I'd been in heat.

"No wonder I couldn't feel satisfied until I had the... knot," I whispered bitterly, the words tasting like ash.

My stomach churned again, and I barely made it to the bathroom before I was retching into the toilet. My body heaved, trembling as I gasped for air.

Third time this week.

1 slumped against the cold bathroom wall, staring at the tiles beneath my bare feet. I wasn't naive, I knew the signs all too. well. I'd been through this before.

Morning sickness.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, running a shaky hand through my hair. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck"

My mind raced with questions. How? I knew Steal had used protection. Was there a tear? A defect? I couldn't imagine someone like him doing something so reckless interftionally. But accidents happen.

Still, the bigger question lingered: Why wasn't I panicking more?

I should've been horrified. Pregnant after a one-night stand with a stranger? It was the kind of mistake that could destroy liyes, especially for an Omega like me. And yet, all I could think about was the possibility of losing it again.

The memories of my past life clawed at the edges of my mind-haunting whispers of names I'd given to them. Chapter 14

Nova. Astra. Orion. I had named each of my unborn children.

1 had failed them all. My hand trembled as 1 clutched my stomach, a strange mixture of hope and dread pooling inside me.

1 needed to know. I needed confirmation before these emotions unraveled me completely.

Dragging myself off the bathroom floor, I splashed cold water of my face and headed to my wardrobe. Since I had classes in the afternoon, I decided to take my time getting ready.

I pulled out a black dress with a sweetheart neckline and full sleeves. The bodycon fit hugged my figure, accentuating curves I hadn't paid much attention to before.

I had decided to do some shopping online. This time going for in expensive store, something I had never done before even though I had the allowance for it.

But I hadn't gone overboard. Just three dresses.

For now.

After brushing my hair, I slipped on a velvet headband that framed my curtain bangs perfectly. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Perfect.

My stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence. I sighed, forcing a smile as I turned away from the mirror. Fear lingered in the back of my mind, but I couldn't let it take over.

promised to change my life this time," I whispered to myself. “Problems won't faze me. I'll solve them."

I left my room, walking through the grand corridors of the Wolfe mansion.

The left wing, where the servants and soldier generals resided, was vastly different from the opulence of the main living quarters. It was a reminder of my awkward position within the household. Not quite a servant but nowhere near a ‘pureblood' like Celeste.

The estate was shaped like a sprawling "C. The right wing housed the private quarters of the Wolfe Pack's three major families-luxurious and untouchable. The central area showcased their wealth and status with grand dining rooms, loungės, powder rooms, and expansive offices.

Then there was the left wing-where I lived.

It wasn't terrible, but it wasn't opulent either. Nestled near the servant's quarters, my room was a constant reminder of my precarious position in this household.

As I walked, my thoughts drifted to the upcoming Blue Moon Festival

The festival was an annual event celebrated on October 30th when the moon turned a rare, ethereal blue.

For the elite, it was a chance to flaunt their wealth and status. Wonten donned designer gowns and intricate masks, while men showcased their luxury cars.

I reached the dining room, hoping to grab a quick breakfast and leave unnoticed.

No such luck.

My stepmother and Celeste were already seated at the table,

Tinwardly groaned. Of course, they were still here. It was already past nine. Why were they still having breakfast? Wasn't I supposed to be the lazy one?

I plastered a polite smile on my face and greeted them with a small bow.

Tue, Jan 14

Chapter 14

My stepmother barely looked at me, offering only a curt nod. Celeste, on the other hand, beamed at me with her usual childish enthusiasın.

"Morning. Vil" she chirped, her voice bright and grating.

I forced myself to smile back as I joined them. Celeste's innocence still stung-I had to constantly remind myself that she hadn't done anything worth my anger in this life. For now.

I filled a bowl with corn soup and grabbed a piece of garlic bread The meal was simple, yet it tasted like ash in my mouth.

My mind wandered to Marcelene, who was probably halfway through her training by now.

She'd been my saving grace these past few weeks, her bluntnessd no-nonsense attitude a refreshing change from the superficiality of the pack.

She'd introduced me to junk food, of all things-popcorn, chicken nuggets, ramen noodles.

I hadn't realized how starved I'd been for simple pleasures until Marcelene handed me a greasy paper bag with a smirk and

said. "Eat."

Now? I was addicted.

After so many years of having just two meals a day and eating like a bird, because apparently Omegas are supposed to be 'delicate' and 'Tragile.

Ihad been reluctant at first when Marcelene had sneaked into my room after much insistence and her daily training. Seeing my hesitation she had smirked, knowing she had finally found something to annoy me with. Why does the servant's food taste better than qurs? Aren't we supposed to be rich?

I took another piece of bread, my stomach still growling.

"Really, Valencia," my stepmother sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. "Must you eat like a pig?"

The bread in my hand froze midway to my mouth. Her words sliced through me, sharp and unyielding.

I placed the bread down slowly, a memory clawing its way to the surface.

“Why do your breasts look like cow udders? You need to stop eating so much,” Jaxon had sneered, his weight crushing me as I begged him to stop.

The room blurred as the memory tightened its grip on me. My pulse quickened, nausea rising again. I could hear his voice, cold and mocking, as he rutted into me despite my tears, my pleas.

“It hurts... It hurts... Please stop... St-STOP! I can't take it anymore. Please..... please... please.....”

My hand clenched into a fist, my nails digging into my palm.

Not again.