Semua Bab Tears Of A Broken Omega : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Dorian POVA tense silence filled the room, only broken by her frantic breathing. I kept tracing my thumb over the red mark I’d left, watching her chest rise and fall.Her eyes widened, darting between my face and my hand, almost trembling as if bracing for whatever came next.Instead, I reached for the salve jar again, dipping my finger back into it—still not rushing or saying a word.The moment my fingers touched her skin, she flinched slightly, clearly expecting me to hurt her again. But when that didn’t happen, she froze, then slowly exhaled.I was careful as I traced around the bruised flesh, and seeing that, her breathing finally began to calm.“I wasn’t scared you’d hurt me,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she muttered something else I couldn’t catch.“Sure,” I replied without looking up.“Really,” she insisted, but the words broke off when I brushed over a more tender spot. Her body jerked and she let out a small whimper before she could stop it. “It’s j

Rhea POVI don’t even know how Isa got to me, but somehow she did. One minute I was standing by the door, still replaying everything that had happened at the lounge, and the next I was seated beside her on the couch, words spilling out of me like I’d been waiting my whole life to say them out loud.She didn’t interrupt or even look particularly shocked. She just sat there, sipping her wine, her gaze fixed on the glass like she was listening and not listening at the same time.I told her everything. How I found out we were mates, how Mom’s healing was getting worse, and finally how he offered to help if I became his mistress. Every word made the knot in my throat tighter, every confession heavier than the last.“Why not just reject me?” I said, my voice cracking, no longer able to contain my emotions as tears started to fall. “He hates me, I know he does, but he still wants me in his bed. It would be so much easier if he just rejected me.”Isa swirled her wine slowly, watching the liqu

Dorian POVI lost it.Seated on the floor with my head rolled back against the couch, a shard of broken glass digging into my palm, that was all I could think about. How I actually lost it. My composure. My control. Over something so stupid. Why had I reacted like that? I didn’t even care—“Alpha…”Her voice came soft, trembling at the edges, and I didn’t need to look to know she was still standing there. I kept my eyes fixed on the ceiling with my jaw clenched because if I looked at her—if I saw her face right now—I wasn’t sure what I’d see in her eyes. Fear? Pity? Disgust?She had been pacing quietly for a while, keeping her movements as careful as possible, like she was afraid of setting me off again. I could hear every shaky breath she took, every hesitant shift of her feet against the floor. I wouldn’t blame her for being scared.I barely act like that in front of anyone.“I want to clean your wound,” she said finally, her voice barely more than a whisper, and my brows furrowed i

Rhea POV“One… two… three…” I stood in front of the bathroom mirror counting the new bruises Dorian had left on me from just last night.A hickey here, a few bite marks there.But weirdly today I wasn’t in too much pain compared to the other times we had sex. Was my body finally getting used to it? I hoped so.I sighed and reached for the toothbrush on the sink, squeezing toothpaste on it. Just as I lifted it to my mouth I froze, gasping at my reflection. Not the bruises this time. My hair.The white at my roots had grown even more.Have I been walking around like this? I thought, then remembered Dorian had not only seen my silver hair but actually pointed it out.My grip on the brush tightened. It wasn’t a big deal, right? Mom was usually the only one paranoid about this stuff, and with no good explanation as to why, I shouldn’t worry too much.I nodded at my own comforting words and resumed brushing. Just then my phone buzzed against the marble counter.I assumed it was mom probably

Rhea POV“All marketing, all of it, boils down to this. You make your target feel they are either part of the right pack by owning your product,” he began, hovering his finger over pack. “Or they are vulnerable prey without it.”His gaze lifted from the paper and pinned me in place. “Status or security. Belonging or fear. The textbook is wrong because it tries to appeal only to human logic. A man wants bread, the market however moves his hunger into a need. It tells him he isn’t just buying bread, he’s buying proof that he can provide, that he isn’t weak, that he won’t be the one left behind. That’s why those flowcharts don’t make sense. They forget people don’t buy with their brains, they buy with their insecurities. It is that simple.”And it was. Everything clicked into place perfectly, making more sense than anything I had read all day. The awe must have shown on my face because the corner of his lips twisted.“Do you now understand?” he said, sliding the textbook back toward me,