Chapter 117. Valen Jr.

Valen’s POV

Two scents fluttered around my senses. Raina's bluebell and cherry mate scent triggered that pull for me to rush to her. Then the metallic rich blood odor was inciting Zeus to force himself through just to go to her aid.

Holding a hand across her ribs, the door opened, and she staggered over to the bed, sitting down. She groaned against the pain. Her yellow tank top was largely marred by blood and oozing from her lacerations through the sliced garment, over her fingers. Seeing her in pain gutted me, eating at my heart.

Shoving the door shut, her head snapped up to see me. Shock elevated her brows and her mouth slightly parted.

“I can't deal with you right n ―” Then her eyes rounded to see what I held in my hand. Horrified, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Absolutely horrified.

Instinctively, I dropped the doll on the floor and dashed to her side. My emerald green collided with her electric blues. The unsettling gaze she