LOGINDorian POVSpending most of my life at war, I thought I had seen it all. Bodies stacked like firewood. Men who took bullets and kept running. Wounds that should have been fatal but healed overnight. I had seen the worst the world had to offer.But who would have thought I would be standing here frozen like some green recruit, watching a corpse rise from the dead?The rogue’s body jerked unnaturally, its limbs twisting at angles that made my wolf snarl in warning. Its head snapped toward us and where there should have been dead eyes, there was something else.Something aware.“Alpha—” the captain started, shoving me to the side as the soldiers opened fire.Bullets ripped through the thing’s chest, its face, even its throat, but to their horror it did nothing except punch useless holes through decaying flesh.That’s when they really started to panic.Their formation broke and the men stumbled backward, their weapons raised with shaky hands because no one wanted to face this new entity h
Hey guys, it’s me again. I know I should’ve given you a heads-up sooner, sorry about that. Updates are still going to be a bit inconsistent for the rest of the month since my exams have started. But don’t worry, starting next month I’ll have a lot more free time and I’ll be writing as much as I can, so get ready to be spoiled. Oh, and I almost forgot... Season 1 of Tears of a Broken Omega actually ended at Chapter 142. I originally planned for three seasons, but with how long the story is getting, I might just wrap it all up in two. That mostly depends on you guys though, as I don’t want to drag things out or bore you. Season 2 has already started and as you’ve probably noticed, it’s going to be a lot more chaotic so buckle up because things are about to get even more intense. If you have any questions or worries, please leave them right here. It’s way easier for me to reply to everything in one spot than to manually click through over a hundred chapters just to find them Anyway,
Dorian POV My schedule was so fucking packed I could barely breathe. Papers stacked higher than my forearm. Reports from three different border patrols. A dispute between two high-ranking families that somehow required my personal attention. And Damian—fucking Damian—still unconscious in the hospital, which meant every single responsibility that should have been split between us was now crushing me alone. I had just finished a two-hour-long meeting with the council. My head was still a bit foggy from the silver poisoning, the edges of my vision occasionally blurring if I moved too fast, and now I was preparing to supervise a border patrol where there had been rogue sightings. Was this what Damian had to go through every day? I knew we had a lot of responsibility, but fuck. This was too much. Just as I was sorting through the final papers, trying to prioritize which crisis needed my attention first, my phone buzzed. My wolf practically howled in excitement when we saw it was
Rhea POV The silence that followed felt heavier than anything before. “No,” she finally said, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “It doesn’t make sense. Love rarely does.” I pressed my palm to my mouth, trying to hold back the sob building in my chest. “But here’s the thing about Dorian,” she continued. “He genuinely doesn’t know how to love.” Well, that was a very obvious fact. He knew nothing about loving a woman. Nothing about being soft, about being gentle, about being anything other than the cold, ruthless Alpha everyone expected him to be. Even when he tried, he almost always slipped back into that default. “So what should I do now?” I asked, because my brain had gone to mush. “I’ll tell you what you shouldn’t do,” she said. “Don’t let your guard down. While falling in love might seem nice, I recommend you still hold on to your heart. After all, he’s still an Alpha with a wife. There are just too many obstacles.” My chest tightened at the reminder. Of
Rhea POV I love you. I love you. Dorian’s words kept haunting my thoughts even after I took my shower and had breakfast. The hot water had done nothing but make my skin even more sensitive. I couldn’t even enjoy the chicken stew Mom had made because my stomach was too knotted to care. I tried studying for a bit, hoping it could help, but that did nothing. The words on the page blurred into memories of his breath against my ear. It almost seemed like the conversation with Mom had only made things worse. I was groaning helplessly with my books scattered across my desk when I recalled I had actually gotten Isa’s number exactly for this reason. Without hesitation I reached for my phone. I stared at it for a few seconds before dialing her number. “Who is it?” she answered on the third ring, her voice thick and groggy like I had just dragged her out of a very deep sleep. My eyes widened and I pulled the phone away from my ear to check the time. It was already past noon.
Rhea POV The thought alone of my father being a bad person would have been like the Moon Goddess having her last laugh. I would have just assumed our family was cursed to be mated to bad men, meaning my future children, if I ever dared to have any, might suffer the same fate. The idea made my stomach twist so hard I almost gagged. But thankfully she shook her head. “No,” she whispered softly. “He was a good man, until…..” “He died,” I finished, and she sighed while I felt the tension I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding slowly begin to ease from my shoulders. “Yes,” she confirmed quietly. “Until he died.” “Was he also an omega?” I pressed. “He was a good man,” she said again, and I couldn’t tell if she was purposely dodging the question. So was he? “I remember he used to say the stars were just holes in the floor of heaven, and he wanted to climb up there just to see what was on the other side.” She fell silent again. And I wanted to ask more. I wanted to a
Dorian POV My hands grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs open while she wilted under my touch. “Now you’re appearing in my dreams too? Stupid…” she muttered, staring straight at me with her gaze unfocused. She wasn’t fully awake yet. In her mind, I was just another hallucination she’d conjured
Dorian POVJohn’s screams filled the shed, and the sickening crunch of his bones followed as my men busied themselves breaking his limbs in the worst ways possible, just to make sure he would be permanently disabled before being tossed out of the pack.Damian’s manic laughter echoed right after. He
Rhea POV The first thing I felt when I woke up was the strong hand around me, holding me tight, almost like he purposely did it so I wouldn’t slip away again. My body froze before my brain even caught up. Then the memories of last night slapped me straight across the face, and I groaned silently
I’ve been putting my whole heart into this book because I genuinely love this story. If you’ve made it this far, it probably means you do too — and that honestly means the world to me. But lately, I’ve noticed the stats haven’t been great, and I can’t lie… it’s made me start doubting the quality a







