All Chapters of The Weak Omega's Redemption: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

As we made our way through the underbrush, the environment was strangely silent. We had to rely on our instincts to guide us across the uneven landscape because the sunlight hardly entered the dense canopy above. My senses were highly aware, pausing at the sound of rustling leaves or the snap of a twig."Do you believe he is still pursuing us?" Anna's question was hardly heard above a whisper.I gave her another look. Her movements were sluggish, and her face was pale, but there was a resolve in her eyes that hadn't changed since we had fled."He won't stop," I stated somberly. "Not until he gets his way.""And what is that exactly?" Her tone was tinged with anger as she pressed.I paused. "You."Her hands clenched at her sides, and I could see her breath catch. "He must first murder me."I didn't answer. I didn't have to. Both of us were aware that Kane, or worse, Oliver, would be happy to kill her to establish their authority.With each stride, the tension between us grew as we carr

There was tension in the room. The air was heavy with the leftover smell of fear and desperation. The creak of the wood reverberated through the still room as I relaxed in my chair. My eyes fell on the sheet of paper in front of me, a hurriedly written report from one of my scouts. Lucas was no longer there. Anna had gotten away. In my head, the two names swirled like a tempest, and I sensed the beginnings of a rage that pleaded to be let loose."Useless fools," I growled, slamming the paper down on the desk. The scout in front of me was scared by the sound, his shoulders shaking and his head bent. "Your only duty was to watch for Lucas. And yet here I am, reading about his treachery on paper. Explain yourself."The scout's words were a tangled mix of justifications as he stammered. "We didn't expect him to...""To what? To run?" I got up from my chair and let out a growl. "Lucas was never one to settle in one place, and you expected him to sit happily like a lapdog? You underestimate

As Anna and I pushed farther into the bush, it felt like the air was getting heavier. I couldn't get rid of the uneasiness that was creeping into my chest, and the tension from our tight escape still clung to us like damp mist. Anna's shoulders were squared, and she went a little ahead, but I could see she was tired because her steps occasionally stuttered. My own muscles protested, but I remained silent since I didn't want to look weak.I said in a steady but low voice, "We'll stop soon. Just a bit farther, where it's more difficult to find us."Anna took a while to reply. Rather, she cast an unreadable glance over her shoulder. Her voice was hardly heard above a whisper when she questioned, "Do you think we'll ever stop running?"I paused, unsure of how to reply. To be honest, I had no idea. And it felt wrong to lie to her. I finally replied, "We'll find a way," but even I thought the words sounded vacuous.The underbrush ahead rustled as though it had been called upon by the weight

"Why are you truly helping me?" My words cut through the quiet night. It was harsh and mean. The words had been building in my head for hours, ever since we left the last opening and went deeper into the pitch-black forest.Max didn't stop, but he moved more slowly. Being unwilling was clear from the way his wide shoulders tensed up under his torn shirt and his fingers squeezed together at his sides. When he looked back at me, some of his face was hidden by the darkness.He asked, "What do you mean?" in a quiet voice.I sped up to keep up with him because I wouldn't let him avoid the subject. I answered, "You've been putting everything on the line for me," and my voice was shaking with anger and mistrust. "Running for your life after leaving your group and not following Oliver's orders." Is it your intention for me to believe that you are acting with pure intentions?"He came to a quick stop, and I almost ran into him. His eyes pierced mine with such intensity that I gasped as he turn

Anna and I had been quiet for a long time, as tense as a bowstring about to break. Although she hadn't spoken it directly, her circumspect looks and terse answers revealed her suspicion, which hung over her like a shadow. After the mayhem I had pulled her into, I couldn't hold it against her. The widening gap between us, which I was unsure how to close, still worried me.After hours of walking, we finally came across the house. Its old wooden walls bent slightly, as though they were weighed down by the passage of time, and it was hidden under a canopy of overgrown trees. At least for the night, a safe haven.With a flat voice, as though she didn't care, Anna stated, "It looks empty." Instead of even looking at me, she scanned the woodland around her.I said in an indifferent tone, "Empty is good. We should check inside."She gave a nod, and we walked toward the cottage together. I pushed the creaking door open and saw a single room with a filthy table, a cracked hearth, and a rickety