All Chapters of Tears Of A Broken Omega : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rhea POV “This would look good on you,” Kale said, holding up a red dress. We were at a clothing store, and he kept trying to make me test different outfits — most of which I’d already turned down. Every few minutes he’d show up with something even more ridiculous: crop tops, bodycons, skirts that barely existed. “Really?” I asked, raising a brow at it. The thing looked way too short, too tight, and way too revealing for my own good. “Don’t you like it?” He tilted his head slightly, a teasing smile on his lips. “I can already picture you in it.” “It is a nice dress…” I admitted, stepping closer and letting my fingers trail along the silky fabric. Just by touching it, I could tell it was expensive. Should I take it? Something different

Rhea POV“We can’t leave yet, he hasn’t paid for the purse,” Kenzie blurted, but all it did was make my heart pound harder.That probably did it for Kale. “Shut up!” he growled dangerously, with his fangs peeking just enough to make it clear he wasn’t playing. “Can’t you see she’s having a panic attack? What kind of friend are you?” His entire body was coiled like a loaded gun, his heart racing so loud I could feel the vibrations through his chest.“I… I didn’t—” Kenzie stuttered, trying to come up with something, but I didn’t want to hear it. I just tugged weakly at his shirt, needing him to move, to get me out of here.Kale grunted softly, tightening his hold on me before turning away from her completely.When we got outside the mall, I gagged multiple times, feeling the strong urge to throw up. Kale noticed right away and gently set me down in a corner, pulling my hair back as I crouched, throwing up everything I had left.When it was finally over, my entire body sagged forward lik

Dorian POV“Drive with my men,” I said to Damian as I slid into the driver’s seat of my car just as he was about to open the passenger door.“What? I don’t want to!” Damian whined, dragging the last word out like a kid being forced to go to school.I let out a long, heavy sigh. “Then next time, bring your own damn car,” I muttered, pressing the ignition button. The doors locked automatically before he could react.“Wait—are you being serious right now?” His eyes widened.I didn’t answer. Instead, I pressed down on the pedal. The engine roared to life, and I shot out of the parking lot, leaving him standing there.A second later, my phone started ringing. His name flashed across the screen, but I tossed it aside. My jaw tightened as I glanced at the rearview mirror.The real reason I’d ditched him wasn’t just to piss him off—though that was a bonus.No. Someone had been watching me.I’d felt it the entire time I’d been here. The weight of their stare. The subtle shifts in the air. The

Rhea POV“Good morning,” Damian replied to my greeting as he started walking toward me, while Dorian stayed exactly where he was.“My face is up here,” Damian added when he got close enough, and I forced myself to lift my gaze like he said, mentally screaming at myself not to look at the man standing on the other side.“Good morning, brother,” Kale greeted from beside me while Damian’s eyes swept over me slowly like he was assessing me. Then he suddenly asked,“Is this the one?”My breath hitched at his words, and I glanced at Kale with a questioning look.He didn’t wait for an answer. “This is the maid you keep getting in trouble for?” His mouth curved into a wicked grin. “I thought you were stupid, but I’ll admit—you’ve got taste.”It was at that moment I realized what he meant. My face flamed so hard I swore my skin was on fire. What exactly had they talked about behind my back?“How come I haven’t seen you around?” he continued casually. Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed my chin.T

Rhea POVI had just finished taking my bath when I stepped out with a towel wrapped around me… only to find Kenzie in the middle of my room, muttering curses under her breath.My steps froze when I realized what she was holding.My phone.My freaking phone.She was the one who’d suggested the sleepover in the first place. The same one who’d practically shoved me toward the shower while she made herself at home. I should’ve known leaving my phone lying around like an idiot was a terrible idea.“What are you doing?!” I panicked, practically sprinting across the room and snatching the phone out of her hands, causing her to stumble back.“Why do you always get mad when I touch your phone?” she asked, sounding more curious than guilty.I ignored her, my heart hammering against my ribs as I frantically scrolled through my call log. No missed calls. No answered ones either. Nothing looked suspicious.Thank goddess.Only then did I finally drag my gaze up to her, realizing I’d overreacted—aga