The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 257: Picked Up

When Arren was plunged into darkness, he was submerged in a rare fear that was too familiar for him. Although he didn’t know where this feeling was coming from.

It was there; it was growing, and it was only a matter of time before it devoured him completely.

He felt so weak. Arren was too powerless; he hated that he couldn’t do anything. And yet, he was also worried. He was worried about the possibilities, but even more so for his loved ones. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

It was quite funny. How could he worry about others when he should be worrying about himself first? But that was just how he was; for all he knew, his disappearance was the spark of an even bigger hell.

Arren forced himself to open his heavy eyes; it was as though someone had glued his eyelids, and he had only managed to open them slightly. His vision was hazy, and his head spun as he became dizzy at once.

His brows quivered, and he tried to move, but he discovered that he was too weak to move. He didn’t have strength in his legs and arms, so even moving them was impossible in his current state.

Ahhh, darn it. He cursed inwardly. Even his consciousness was still on the verge of falling asleep yet again.

However, he couldn’t fall asleep again, no matter what. He had to know what was happening and where he was. There was a crucial urge in his mind to find out; it was rooted far from his subconscious.

Arren blinked his eyes and used all of his remaining strength to move his hand. He could barely move it, and he was aware that he was still under the influence of the drug they forced him to smell before.

Remembering what happened, his heartbeat was quickening again, and his chest heaved in an attempt to breathe. No, he had to calm himself. In his current state, panicking would only make his condition worse.

He closed his eyes again and tried to relax. Arren exhaled, and despite his fear, he forcefully pushed them down and cleared his mind. He tried to listen to any kind of sound while he was closing his eyes. He focused on his surroundings.

A few minutes later, when Arren furrowed his brows, he couldn’t hear anything. It was only silence; there seemed to be no one around him. Arren opened his eyes again; he still couldn’t open them fully, but it was not hazy anymore.

He didn’t fight with his weakness anymore and lay down. Arren wanted to recover first, and he was still too weak to do anything. Observing his surroundings was the only thing he could do at the moment.

He could only look at the side, as even turning his head was too difficult for the current him, who was weakened to the point of being temporarily paralyzed.

What he saw was a bedside table; his surroundings were clear and clean. The lights were on, and Arren could feel the good ambiance that emanated from the room.

It seemed he was inside a room rather than a filthy cell. However, even being put in a good environment wouldn’t erase the disgust he was feeling. Arre sneered inside. Did they think putting him in a good room or even treating him well would make him change his attitude toward them?

Dream on, motherfuckers! That old dog, Laurent, just wait for my alpha to beat the hell out of you.

Arren thought and believed this. He was afraid, yes. However, being clouded by fear could only mean his end. In fact, he didn’t only want Spade to come and save him. He would still do his best to escape and save himself.

Of course, that would wait after he recovered from that damn drug.

A few minutes later, Arren could already move his head. When he turned his head and roamed his eyes around, he confirmed that he was indeed inside a room and a big one at that. He was lying down in the soft bed.

And there wasn’t anyone inside the room. Arren didn’t know if someone was outside guarding the door, but at least he couldn’t hear any footsteps unless they were practically standing like a statue of a guard dog.

He took a deep breath again. Although he was trying to cheer himself up and became optimistic, the reality was still there. Even without the guard outside, he couldn’t guarantee that he could escape. Arren didn’t even know where he was.

Still, it was better to try. As Arren had already decided, he would push it until the end. What made him fearless was also the knowledge that the old dog leader wanted him alive for some inexplicable reason.

He was the key to something that his mother probably left behind. For whatever that was, Arren didn’t have any intention to find out. Well, he was curious; after all, it was from his mother. However, if the cost was life, then he could live without knowing what it was.

For the minutes that passed, Arren only observed his body and his recovery rate. He didn’t know how long he was there or what was happening outside.

Arren was also anxious, as it was possible that Spade and his father already knew of his disappearance, but he couldn’t do anything about it. What he needed to do was survive as long as he could and, if possible, escape.

Gradually, Arrenn could finally move his body. He was still weak, but sitting was already within his capability. He slowly sat up and leaned on the headboard; his knees were shaking.

He swallowed the fear that was beginning to consume him. He clasped his hands together, which were still cold and trembling. Arren was still afraid, terribly so.

As time passed that he was there, the chances that the worst thing could happen to him were increasing drastically. He bit his lips and forcefully swallowed them down again.

Calming himself, Arren’s eyes then began to wander again. Earlier, his neck was still hurting, and he couldn’t see the room clearly. And now, he couldn’t help but double-look and observe the room much more closely.

His eyes squinted, and he tilted his head. He didn’t know, but this room seemed... familiar. It was like he had been there before. This feeling was a bit similar to deja vu, but also different.

Arren’s eyes became increasingly unfocused as he shifted them over; the familiarity was becoming evident. Where was it... When did he come here?

Until his eyes landed on the foot of the bed, Arren’s eyes seemed to become enchanted, and he stared at it without blinking his eyes. Gradually, his face paled considerably, and his breath slowed down.

The fear inside of him exploded.

It was not deja vu. He had been here.

This room... Arren couldn’t be more familiar with them.

This room... was his hell.