All Chapters of Tears Of A Broken Omega : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rhea POVWhen I told Kale I had to return to the pack estate, he actually took it well. After all, I had spent almost the entire day with him, which had been rare lately.He was genuinely grateful and even insisted on driving me back, dropping me off just far enough from the main gates.The ride was quiet. He had been quiet ever since, and I knew it was because of what I had said. But I tried not to think too much about it. There were more pressing matters now.————————My hands wouldn’t stop trembling around the handle of Dorian’s chamber door.It was strange, wasn’t it? Just hours ago, I had been so confident, telling myself I could handle whatever punishment he had in store.Now, standing in front of the heavy door, I was shaking like a leaf.After a long moment of debating, and enduring a few curious side glances from guards passing by, I finally summoned the courage to push it open—Only to let out a small, muffled squeak at the sight in front of me.The sitting area was a disast

Rhea POV I struggled to catch him as his dead weight nearly shoved me off the bed, the first aid kit crashing to the floor and spilling open. I was still trying to process what he had just said, and now he was on top of me. He was burning up. I don’t know how I missed it before, but he felt like he had just walked straight out of a furnace. His skin scorched against mine, sweat slick and fever hot, his breath shallow and ragged where it brushed against my neck. “Dorian?” I called, trying to steady both of us as I pushed against his chest and managed to roll him back onto the bed. All I got in response was a weak groan. I stared down at him, my heart thudding. I couldn’t just leave him like this. So I stood, ready to call for help, but his hand shot out and caught my wrist. It wasn’t strong, but it was enough to stop me. “Don’t tell me…” he began, his voice rough and strained. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on running off again with Kale.” Even like this, half consci

Dorian POV “You don’t remember?” she whispered, her voice shaky enough to make me raise a brow. “I remember the sex,” I said casually, letting my gaze drop to the curve of her neck for a second. Her face heated instantly. “But the rest is just a blur. So tell me…” She hesitated again, pressing her lips together while her grip tightened around the spoon until her knuckles turned white. I watched the way her pulse jumped in her throat. She looked like she was deciding whether to run or lie. “Did I hurt you?” I asked, my voice lowering as a cold weight settled in my stomach. I still remembered the rage I’d felt earlier that night, especially when she was taking forever to get here. If I had crossed a line in that fever dream… Thankfully, she shook her head, though she still wouldn’t meet my eyes. “You, uhm…” she started, her voice small. “You… threw up on me.” I blinked repeatedly, my jaw tightening. Of all the things I could have done, I did that? “I see,” I rasped, sud

Rhea POV Her question threw me off for a few seconds. I blinked rapidly before nodding and muttering, “Yes… it must have been some kind of spider. It’s been itching all morning.” Lily didn’t look even remotely convinced, but the matter had been settled. She puffed out her cheeks for a second before gracefully changing the topic. “Anyway, we’re having a party next week! Would you come?” That immediately piqued my interest. “A party?” “It’s specifically for the lesser class,” Sarah added, her voice softening as a small smile tugged at her lips. “We Omegas never really have anything good for ourselves in this place. So a few of us are putting something together. The date hasn’t been finalized yet, but it would be nice if you came.” That made me smile genuinely. I had never been invited to a party before. Since Kenzie had been my only fellow lower ranked friend, I had spent most of my time doing whatever she wanted for fun. And usually Kenzie’s idea of fun meant trying to get t

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.