Chapter 16: Reason and Another Meeting (2)
For the past few weeks, as Arren didn't have anything to entertain him he was just always alone and his thoughts wandered. Arren's mind would go back to that incident and the possibilities that might happen if the plan of the one behind it had been successful.
He had nightmares at night about the incident completely transforming into the worst scenarios imaginable. Arren was unable to flee and was instead captured by them while in his heat, and then... He'd wake up shivering and drenched in sweat, breathing heavily to calm his emotions.
Indeed, Arren's personality was much stronger than other omegas, however, that didn't mean he was incapable of feeling scared. The truth was that the incident terrified him every time he remembered it. That night left some scars on him, and no matter how hard Arren tried to forget and forget about it, the more he was reminded that it was simply impossible. He needed to confront it head-on.
He had never faced any setbacks or challenges that he couldn't overcome in his second life. Arren was the type of person who would never let these challenges win against him; he was like this in his previous life and has become even more so in this life. In Arren's previous life, he had been fighting with his heart disease all his life before being beaten. In comparison, this was only a minor trauma. He would never allow it to consume him.
The main reason he did everything he could to sneak out of the house, regardless of the consequences from his father. He knew himself best; if Arren didn't do this, he might go insane. Obviously, he could confess to his father about his true condition and the fact that he couldn't sleep well at night. However, that was just another thing for his father to be concerned about.
He was aware of his father's burden and stress as a result of the investigation. Arren knew exactly how his father would react if he also admitted his trauma. The Duke loved him too much. He would do so as long as he could solve the problem with his own hands.
His emotions had not yet been fully expressed. It was still suppressed within him. Arren was just waiting to see that motherfucker. He knew that if he just beat the crap out of Ashton, his rage would subside.
The trauma would not go away immediately because that was unrealistic, but the emotions would be vented and subside. His blood would boil and violent thoughts would surface whenever he thought about that goddamn asshole. Arren was desperate to beat him, tear him apart, and kick his fucking guts.
Arren shut his eyes hard and tried to calm himself. He took a few deep breaths as he rubbed his knuckles. He slowly opened his eyes which instantly roamed inside the cafe.