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EIGHTEEN
HUNTER’s POV
The night is cool and the breeze is calming, but there is no sense of peace radiating from Elena. As I wrap my arms around her to steady the gun in her hand, she stiffens, and I know all too well why.
It is because of Clyde. That man scarred her, hurt her and broke her.
And he haunts her even in her dreams. Each night I wake up to hear her muffled cries through the walls that separate our rooms. I had specifically arranged for Elena to sleep in the room next to mine; away from the rest of the men’s and foolishly thought it would give her more sense of security. I was wrong.
She thinks no one hears her when she wakes up screaming from her nightmares, but I hear her. Her dreams are relentless and they are eating her alive. Every night when she stifles her cries, I want nothing more than to kick down the door to her room and take her in my arms, to wipe away every tear and tell her that everything will be alright. But
Joy TeoDear reader, Thank you so much for reading 'Rise of the Omega.' I hope you're enjoying the story so far. My apologies if i am not replying to any of the comments, i saw a comment in one of the previous chapters but had trouble (still am) finding the reply button. Sorry.... I hope you will continue reading Elena and Hunter's journey. Elena was inspired by someone i knew in real life and boy was she one strong lady. I hope that the character of Elena will be able to mirror her strength and inspire you too. :)
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