Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tears Of A Broken Omega : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Rhea POVIt had been less than a week since Mom was discharged when I noticed her health starting to decline again.She got tired too easily. She barely ate. Her cough wouldn’t stop, and most nights she burned up with fever. I’d sit by her side until dawn, sacrificing my sleep just to watch her pale face, terrified that if I looked away for even a second, she might slip away.The doctor said she needed the medication immediately. But I hadn’t even gathered a quarter of the money yet.It was draining me—body, mind, everything. And to think I still had to drag myself back to work every morning, worried not just about the Alpha, but about Maris too. That sly witch could be plotting anything, and the thought of running into her again made my skin crawl. Maybe that’s why I was starting to lose it.Maybe that’s why I barely paid attention to Alpha Dorian anymore.He was always there, silently watching as I cleaned, barely saying a word. I just… shut down. Zoned out. Obeyed whatever he asked

Dorian POV“Congratulations,” that fat old pig, Alpha Harrick, greeted me with the most disgusting smile plastered across his face. “Our families are now officially united.”He was Alpha Harrick of the Crescent Claw Pack—Vivienne’s father.The wedding was over. Officially done. A wedding I had been forced into.I was now bound, legally and publicly, to a woman I despised. But I guess this was better than another war, knowing how the last one ended—even if we won.This was nothing more than a political marriage. The packs were already tied together before I even turned eighteen.“Treat my daughter well,” Harrick said, puffing his chest. “She’s the only one I have.”“Oh, Father, don’t make me cry,” Vivienne pouted, her hand still looped around my arm, squeezing like she was afraid to let go. Always performing. Always acting. Didn’t her face ever get tired of faking so many emotions?“We should go,” I muttered, tugging her away from him.“Yes, yes. You two should head back inside.” Harri

Rhea POVKale said he would help me. And even though part of me wanted to refuse, he was right—Mom’s condition was getting too bad for me to be prideful anymore. Besides, his offer was far better than Dorian’s.“I thought about what you said,” I murmured, standing with him under the oak tree—our favorite spot in the entire estate. I liked it because it gave us a little privacy, tucked away from curious eyes and listening ears. “I can’t afford to be prideful when my mother’s life is on the line. So I would really appreciate your help.” I whispered the word, tasting bitterness on my tongue.It ached to admit. Asking Kale for help… this was probably the first time I had ever asked him for money. My head remained low with shame until I heard him sigh in relief.And then… his arms were around me, hugging me.“You have no idea how happy I am hearing you need me,” he said against my hair, but my body went stiff in his hold. “I’ll get the money. No matter the cost. Don’t worry abou—”“Kale!”

Dorian POV“I will be your mistress.”It took longer than I calculated, but time was on my side. I had patience. I had other women.So when the guards informed me she was waiting outside my chambers, I knew instantly — the moment had come.“Please…” she choked, her whole body trembling on the floor before me. “Please… help me save my mother. Please…”Pathetic. Desperate. And yet… captivating.I crouched down, brushing my thumb across the wet trails on her cheeks. I will admit, with the heavy tears streaming down her face, she looked even more beautiful.And her scent. Goddess, her scent.I inhaled deeply, letting it coat my lungs, richer now with her despair. It wasn’t just sweet anymore. It was… intoxicating.“Get up,” I said as I rose back to my feet.It took a moment, but she managed to force herself upright, swaying slightly.“My mother is dying,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need the money… I—”“I know.” My tone was flat, cutting her off.She sniffled, and I stepped closer. Unlike

Rhea POVI could see my reflection in his stormy grey eyes—pale, terrified, and yet… a part of me knew he was right. I just didn’t want to admit it.His gaze finally left mine, and then I felt his lips pressing the curve of my neck before nibbling it, making me shiver.“You smell nice. What is this?” he muttered, dragging his lips down to the curve of my collarbone.“Scented oil,” I choked out, barely holding myself together.“Hmm… I like it,” he whispered. “Use this more often.”My breath hitched as his mouth left my neck for my breast. He wrapped his lips around it and began sucking hard. I gasped, my hand flying to the sheets for something—anything—to hold on to.A hot flush spread under my skin as he bit lightly, then soothed the sting with his tongue. My body felt like it was burning, spiraling out of my control, every nerve lighting up against my will.He moved to the other, grazing it with his teeth before he pinched and sucked it.His mouth was still busy when I felt his hand