The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia)
Chapter 160

Valencia's POV

Dante was furious.

Maybe not directly at me—but most of his anger was centered around me.

The heat of it burned in the air between us, thick and suffocating, his body wound so tight with rage that I could almost hear the tension crackling like a live wire beneath his skin.

It almost felt like fire was burning through our connection.

His golden eyes darkened to molten red, and his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might break his teeth. "How are you so sure?" he seethed, his voice low, controlled-but barely.

I exhaled slowly, my own hands curling into fists at my sides.

How do I explain something I just know?

I couldn't not without explaining my rebirth and we didn't have time for that. Nor would he be able to handle knowing the truth if he gets this wound up just knowing what Lethia did to me.

“I just know,” I said firmly. "Whether you believe it or not... is up to you."

Silence settled in the room like an unwelcome guest.

Seven sat curled up in the corner, his small hands clutching his bag tightly against his chest. Castor was inside, likely sensing the tension in the air, and I could see Seven's shoulders tense.

Finally, Marcy broke the silence, sighing.

“She's right,” she said, her voice softer than usual. “This might be our last opportunity. A wedding this grand, with so many powerful figures in attendance, won't happen again. At least not anytime soon."

I turned to look at her, and she shook her head, a reluctant but resigned expression crossing her face.

"As much as I hate to say it," she continued, glancing toward Dante, “we have to push through this." Dante exhaled sharply, his fists clenched at his sides. He didn't argue.

Instead, without another word, he turned on his heel and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him with enough force to rattle the glasses on the table.

I winced at the sound, my throat tightening.

I hated this.

The feeling of being at odds with him, of causing him pain—of being the reason his rage felt so uncontainable. Caius, who had been silent throughout the argument, finally spoke.

"You also think we should back out?" I asked him.

He hesitated, then shook his head. "Dante is being irrational, but Vi... after what we just heard, isn't it normal for him to react this way?” His expression was tense, filled with anger, his fingers drumming against his laptop. "If someone treated my mate like that, I wouldn't want them anywhere near her ever again."

I clenched my jaw but didn't interrupt.

“Of course, if you're asking me as an outsider, I'd say we should go ahead with the plan," he continued. “But even if we don't... I wouldn't blame either of you."

I exhaled a deep breath, glancing toward the closed bathroom door.

I understood why Dante felt this way. I really did.

But that didn't change my decision.

“Well... you guys can go ahead and be irrational, then,” I muttered. “I am definitely not backing out."

Not after everything we had gone through.

Not after everything Lethia had done.

Not after everything I had just endured.

- Thirty minutes later

Everyone was dressed, prepared.

I was in the middle of touching up Marcy's makeup when a knock sounded at the door.

Silviah and Serena stepped inside, the twin girls dressed in shimmering blue and pink tulle dresses, their hair adorned with delicate silver clips.

Silviah, dressed in blue, spoke first.

"The guests have arrived," she announced.

Serena followed immediately after. “Father and the Alphas require your presence. The ceremony will begin soon."

I nodded, offering them both a small smile. “We'll be out soon. Thank you."

They smiled politely back before turning and leaving, their tall figures vanishing down the hall. They looked more grown up now, even in their princessy attires. My mind couldn't help but go back to the time I had caught Jaxon in bed with them.

I took a deep breath, clearing my mind and turning back to the others.

"Ready?"

Dante was standing near the doorway now, composed once again, though I could still feel the unease rolling off him in waves.

Instead of answering, he reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers as he pulled me close. His warmth seeped into me, grounding me.

“Just be careful,” he murmured, his voice low. "Don't leave my side. Not for a second."

I nodded. I wouldn't need to, if things go well from here on out.

Caius cleared his throat, bringing our attention back to him.

“Okay, listen up,” he said. “Our plan starts the moment the bride enters. Seven, you'll be responsible for plugging this USB into the sound system."

Seven nodded, gripping the small device tightly in his hands.

"Valencia's part is done," Caius continued, "but Dante-are they here?"

Dante pulled out his phone, checking his messages. His brows furrowed.

"Fifteen minutes," he said.

“Good." Caius exhaled. "Once they arrive, have them on standby. As soon as I give the signal, part two of the show begins. That's where you come in.”

Dante gave a sharp nod.

I swallowed.

Let's just pray part one of the plan goes well.

We made our way out and stepped out into the garden.

The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, the air buzzing with chatter as the garden filled with guests. Rows of white chairs lined the aisle, each adorned with silver ribbons and delicate floral arrangements. Crystal chandeliers

hung from intricately woven

branches, casting a soft golden glow over the evening.

Dante's hand remained firmly in mine as we walked through the growing crowd, stopping to greet familiar

faces.

Marcy stuck close to Caius, though I could tell she was stiff at first.

It was only when Caius casually introduced her as his assistant that she finally relaxed, slipping into the role

with ease.

I tried to suppress a smile.

"What are they doing?" I muttered to Dante, watching them out of the corner of my eye. "Is this some kind of roleplay office romance?"

Dante hummed, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Caius is being patient,” he said. “He really likes Marcelene.

Let them take their time. Don't worry too much."

I exhaled a small laugh.

Of course, he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Seven trailed slightly behind us, his

en

a

usual quiet self. When people asked about him, we introduced him as new member of our pack. Some looked surprised and hid looks of disdain, others nodded in approval.

Then, finally, the person I had been waiting for approached us.

Alpha Selene.

She smiled warmly. "That's wonderful. We need more people like you in this world," she told Seven. "Be sure

to let me know if you ever need help with something."

I felt a flicker of warmth at her words.

And then-

A presence behind me made my stomach turn.

Lethia.

I stiffened, my fingers tightening around Dante's.

Immediately, I felt his grip tighten in

response his body tensing. His

spiritual energy flared, his dominance rolling through the air in

silent warning as he pulled me

closer to him.

Lethia's silver eyes narrowed slightly. Like she understood something. Like she knew that I had told him.

She expected him to lash out.

She expected him to lose control, to snap.

And there was a smug satisfaction on her face, like she wanted it.

I wanted to laugh.

We'll see how long that satisfaction lasts.

She smiled, her tone mockingly sweet.

“Yes, such a wonderful way to do charity,” she mused. “Just pick up a son from the road since the Luna can't

give birth anyway."

My heart stilled.

“I do pray for the future of your pack,” she continued. “What will become of it without an Alpha heir to lead?”

Dante smiled.

But it didn't reach his eyes.

His golden gaze burned.

"You can keep your prayers for your own pack," he said smoothly.

"Ours will do just fine.”