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Chapter 5

Cora's POV

I stared at him in disbelief wondering why he was so interested in helping me. Wondering why he was offering to help me make Kieran suffer.

"Do you know Kieran?" I asked the only question I could think of.

He didn't answer. He didn't even blink instead he turned his face away like my question meant absolutely nothing to him.

I felt my chest tighten. I shouldn't trust him. Not even for a second. He looked too much like Kieran. And now he was avoiding my question?

No. I needed to leave.

I pushed myself off the bed, wincing as pain stabbed through my side, but I stood anyway.

He finally turned back to face me.

"Where are you going?"

"Away." I said. "Out of here. I appreciate what you did. For saving me. For letting me heal. But I need to go."

I waited.

Part of me thought he'd stop me.

Part of me hoped he'd at least say something, anything, to convince me otherwise.

But instead he walked to the door and opened it wide.

"You can leave." he said coldly.

I stared at him, quite stunned.

That wasn't what I expected. That wasn't... what anyone would expect.

"You're not going to stop me?"

He didn't move.

"I won't stop you. Look girl. No one gives a damn about a broken girl. So if you think you're strong enough to survive out there in your condition.." he said flatly "Then go ahead."

His words were cold and emotionless.

"You'll make it a few steps before you collapse" he continued. "Maybe you'll bleed out. Or maybe something worse finds you first. Either way, you die. Do you know why? because you're weak. And weakness kills."

Tears rushed to my eyes. I turned my face away from his not wanting him to know his words were affecting me.

"Leave!" He snapped coldly. "I hate weak women."

I bit my lip to keep from crying, but it didn't work.

"You're not special. You're not some helpless flower. You were left to die because someone saw you as worthless. And right now, you're proving them right."

The tears I'd been holding fell anyway.

He watched me cry. He didn't look away. He also didn't comfort me.

He just stood there, looking so calm and unaffected, like my tears were nothing more than noise.

"Hey. If you're expecting sympathy from me. Then you're in the wrong place."

"B-But what can I do?" I stuttered as more tears streamed down my face.

"You have two choices Omega" he continued. "Stay here. Get stronger for your revenge. Or leave now and die faster than he ever hoped you would."

I looked at the door.

Then back at him.

And I realized something. I wasn't ready to die. At least not yet.

I wiped my tears with shaking hands and lifted my chin.

"I-I want to get stronger. I want to make him pay." I whispered. "P-please help me."

His jaw ticked, but he didn't say a word.

He turned toward the door.

"Training starts at six." he said. "Don't be late." And just like that, he walked out.

I stared at the open door. My heart pounding in my chest. My tears were dried.

I've made my choice.

I would train until every part of me was sharper and stronger.

Because one day... I would return to Kieran.

Not as the weak girl he threw away but as the nightmare he never saw coming.