All Chapters of Tears Of A Broken Omega : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Rhea POVThe words stayed trapped in my head because there was no way I could say them out loud. My nipples had already tightened painfully beneath my shirt, and every inch of my body felt too warm.At some point, my gaze dropped to his lips, and I swallowed hard over nothing. It had really been a while, so a kiss shouldn’t be a big deal. Slowly, my other hand rose, trembling just a little as my fingers brushed against his stubbled jaw.The second I made contact, something in him snapped.A low growl rumbled from his chest before he suddenly leaned in, crashing his mouth against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle.I wanted to tell him to slow down, to remind him he was still injured, but his lips were firm and demanding, filled with so much raw need that the words died before they could leave my mouth.I gasped against him, and he swallowed the sound instantly, tilting his head as his tongue pushed past my lips.Goddess.It felt way too good.My body melted into his before I

Dorian POV “You’re late,” he said flatly. “I had matters to attend to.” I replied. That made his cold gaze flick up toward me. He stared at me like he was trying to assess something, but thanks to years of training, I was very good at masking every trace of emotion. I kept my posture relaxed, my breathing was steady. Giving him absolutely nothing to read. He took a slow sip from his wine, letting the silence stretch between us. A classic power play. Ragnar loved reminding people of their place without saying much at all, letting the sheer weight of his presence do the work for him. “Matters,” he repeated slowly, his voice dangerously low. My jaw tightened slightly as he set the glass down. “The undead,” I said, steering the conversation back on track. “There was another attack last night. Near an omega gathering on the outskirts.” That immediately got his attention and he leaned forward slightly. “Casualties?” “None. I handled it.” “Alone?” “I had backup.” His eyes

Dorian POVIt took everything in me to get those words out.Even with Isa and Damian, the only people who truly knew what my life had been like, I had never been the type to open up, let alone admit weakness. My entire existence had been built around being unbreakable. A shield for the people I cared about and a weapon against the ones I hated.But looking at her now, with her fingers gently wrapped around my fist and those eyes fixed on me so carefully, the walls I’d spent my entire life building suddenly felt too heavy to keep holding up.I stared down at her small hand against mine as I continued quietly.“Since the moment I learned how to walk, he has always been abusive,” I muttered, the truth scraping against my throat like a blade. “His hands, his fists, his whip… even that staff. That’s all I’ve ever known. And it only got worse after my mother’s death. It… it got so much worse.”Saying it out loud felt like ripping open an old infected wound.The memories came rushing back in

Rhea POV I lied. When I said I did not pity Dorian, it was a complete lie. I had only said it because I did not want him shutting down on me again. I had seen the way his expression hardened the second he thought I might feel sorry for him. That cold mask had immediately started sliding back into place. The walls had begun rebuilding themselves brick by brick. I could not let that happen. Not when he had finally opened up and let me see a piece of the person hiding underneath all that armor. But the truth was that my chest still ached whenever I thought about the boy he had been. The young wolf who had been whipped for the crime of being young. The son who lost his mother and somehow lost his father too, even though the man was still alive. I pitied him. I pitied the version of him that never got the chance to be soft. And I pitied the man he had become, so desperate to prove he was not weak that he had forgotten how to be anything else. But I could never te

Rhea POV“This place belonged to my mother,” Dorian said as he led me through the villa.We walked through a spacious living area with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the pool and the gardens beyond.The furniture was elegant but comfortable, nothing like the cold, formal arrangement in his chambers at the pack estate. Everything here felt softer. Warmer.“To get away from the chaos, my mother and I would come here,” he continued, his voice quieter than usual. “She would send the staff away, and it would just be the two of us.”I glanced at him as he said that last part. His expression had gone distant, lost in memories I couldn’t see.“That sounds nice,” I said softly.“It was.” He paused, his gaze drifting toward a portrait hanging on the wall. It was a messy painting of a garden that looked almost exactly like the one outside. “We were able to get away from Ragnar here, even if it was only for a little while.”I stopped by a large window overlooking the gardens, the last l