The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 70

Chapter 70 

Dante’s POV: 

(Yesterday…) 

The morning sun barely filtered through the frosted windows of my office as I sat at my desk, the weight of the past few days pressing heavily on my shoulders. 

The faint scent of pine and parchment wafted through the air–distinct signature of Caius as he stepped into the room. His arms were laden with papers and an old, weathered book, his expression grim. 

“Morning, brother,” Caius said, his tone devoid of its usual humor. He dropped the papers onto my desk with a thud, the sound echoing in the stillness. 

“Caius I greeted evenly, leaning back in my chair. The faint creak of the wood beneath me was the only sound as I studied. his face. “You look like you’ve got something to say.” 

“I do,” he replied, pushing the book toward me. “It’s about Valencia and your egg. I’ve been digging into the situation you asked me about, just like you asked.” 

I straightened, my attention sharpening. “Go on.” 

Caius let out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his dark hair. “This is what I’ve found” 

He opened the book to a page marked with a scrap of torn paper, his finger tracing over the faded text. “You already know that dragons used to offer their mates as sacrifices to the Sun Goddess, right? This was done after the mates had fulfilled their purpose–bearing offspring 

I nodded, my jaw tightening. I remembered reading about that from the texts of the library on the thirteenth floor. Which f had given access to Caius as well now. 

“Well,” Caius continued, “those sacrifices stopped centuries ago when dragons started integrating into human society. Their population was dwindling too fast, and they couldn’t afford to keep sacrificing mates. But something else remained–a phenomenon called vrantvrak fothisev.” 

He glanced up at me, his expression grave. “In common English, it’s called ‘Egg Brain.” 

1 frowned. “Egg Brain?” 

Caius nodded. “It’s a condition that affects the mothers of dragon offspring. They become… mentally and spiritually attached to the egg. The bond is so strong that it starts affecting their mental state. Mood swings, dissociation, loss of awareness of their surroundings–it’s all part of it. At its best, they might begin to resent the egg, blaming it for sto vitality.” 

1 felt a chill run down my spine as his words sank in. “Resent the egg?” 

g their 

scendrio, which happens more often, the mothers have… attempted to harm 

“Yes,” Caius said grimly. “And in the worst case scendrio, which happens 

the egg. 

My stomach twisted, a wave of nausea washing over me. “And?” asked, my voice low and strained. 

“And,” Caius said, his tone heavy, “they succeeded. That’s one of the reasons the dragon race nearly went extinct. Statistically speaking, the survival rate for Dragon eggs used to be below twenty five percent” 

The room fell into an oppressive silence as I processed his words. My thoughts flashed to Valencia–the dazed look in her eyes, the way she clutched Castor so tightly, her fear and panic every time someone else got too close to him. Was this what 

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was happening to her? 

“What about the bleeding?” I asked, my voice cutting through the quiet. “She bled from her ears and mouth during the wedding, and again during the council incident. What caused that?” 

Caius shook his head, his brows furrowing, “I couldn’t find much on that specifically, but I have a theory. She just gave birth 

–through an unnatural process no wolf could ever comprehend–and now she’s connected to you through those mental strings you mentioned. The bond is something dragons and their mates share instinctively, but Valencia isn’t a dragon. She’s a wolf. A weak omega at that.” 

My hands curled into fists beneath the desk, but I kept my expression neutral. 

“She’s not just physically weak,” Caius continued. “It’s clear to even someone like me that she’s dealing with past trauma Combine all of that with the strain of carrying a dragon’s offspring, and her body might just be overwhelmed.” 

I said nothing, forcing myself to remain calm even as my dragon side grumbled restlessly in the back of my mind. 

Caius’s frustration bubbled over as he leaned forward, his voice rising slightly. “I think the solution here is to separate them. That is what’s best for both of them, till the egg is hatched. In fact, remember what Dad said? If the child dies then there is absolutely no way Valencia will survive. Especially if the cause of death is herself.” 

I 

kept silent, registering his words. The pit in my stomach grew and so did my fear, frustration and anger, but I didn’t let it 

show. 

“Dante, are you even listening? We have to separate those two before she ends up killing your child!” 

The second the words left him, I realized their weight. Caius’s eyes bore into mine, and I felt a growl echo in my chest, low and threatening. 

“Caius,” I said, my tone colder than I intended, “I asked for your help in this, and I appreciate the work you’ve done. But let me make something very clear.” I leaned forward, my gaze hardening. “What choices I make for Valencia and Castor are mine and mine alone. You’re out of line.” 

Caius blinked, his frustration giving way to a brief flash of regret. He exhaled slowly, stepping back. “You’re right,” he admitted. “I got carried away. I’m sorry.” 

I nodded, gesturing toward the door. “Take the rest of the day of 

He hesitated for a moment before nodding and excusing himsel 

As the door clicked shut behind him, I let out a long breath, the tension in my shoulders refusing to ease. 

But before I could dwell on his words further, another knock came at the door. 

“Enter,” I called, my voice sharper than intended.. 

Raiden stepped inside, his expression unreadable. “How’s the research coming along?” 

“Slow,” I replied curtly, unwilling to divulge any details. The last thing I needed was Raiden getting involved in this. He might be a kind and fair man, but he was also firm. If he believe Caius’s concerns were valid, he wouldn’t hesitate to separate Valencia from Castor. 

Raiden’s gaze lingered on me, and I could tell he wasn’t convinced by my answer. He folded his arms, his tone casual but probing. “I ran into Valencia earlier this morning.” 

He paused, then added, “She seemed frantic.” 

I was on my feet in an instant, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. “What? Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” 

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