CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN * * Tears spill freely down Soral’s cheeks now, hot and silent. His body aches in too many ways to count, but it's worse in his chest, his heart feels like a raw, open wound. “I'm scared. . .”He grasps Vidarr tightly, meeting the barbarian’s dark, now lust-filled gaze. “What are you afraid of?” Even now, Soral cannot bring himself to answer. A past already forgotten, perhaps speaking about it will manifest it into existence. Late into the night, the fires are now dim, but the pair does not need an external source to keep them warm. Soral's exhausted body drifts off and for the first time in a long time, the nightmare visited. He dreams of the old village. A slave to serve the noble Akleris, but Soral hadn't always been a slave. For the first five years of his life, he had parents like every child. “We are family, aren't we? Selling you will feed us for a week, can you not do this much for your family?” “Besides, you are an omega, keeping you
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