All Chapters of Tears Of A Broken Omega : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Hey guys, it’s me again. I know I should’ve given you a heads-up sooner, sorry about that. Updates are still going to be a bit inconsistent for the rest of the month since my exams have started. But don’t worry, starting next month I’ll have a lot more free time and I’ll be writing as much as I can, so get ready to be spoiled. Oh, and I almost forgot... Season 1 of Tears of a Broken Omega actually ended at Chapter 142. I originally planned for three seasons, but with how long the story is getting, I might just wrap it all up in two. That mostly depends on you guys though, as I don’t want to drag things out or bore you. Season 2 has already started and as you’ve probably noticed, it’s going to be a lot more chaotic so buckle up because things are about to get even more intense. If you have any questions or worries, please leave them right here. It’s way easier for me to reply to everything in one spot than to manually click through over a hundred chapters just to find them Anyway,

Dorian POVDriving back to the pack hospital, I looked calm on the surface, but my grip kept tightening around the steering wheel and my heart refused to settle no matter how many breaths I took.It wasn’t until I got there and found myself standing in front of the door, the one with the transparent glass at the top so he could be closely monitored, that the tension in my chest finally started to ease.Through the glass, I saw Damian already seated up, his gaze lowered to the bandages wrapped around his chest.Fuck.He was really awake.I reached for the door handle, but paused when his hand moved, his fingers grazing the bandages, and I found myself frowning slightly.Not because of the act itself, but because he hadn’t noticed me.That was strange.Had his senses been affected by the accident?The Damian I knew was always alert, always aware of his surroundings, even in his sleep. Especially when it came to me. He could sense me from across the room without even trying.But now he l

Rhea POVThe night the healer came, I stayed by his side the entire time, watching his every move as he checked on Mom and gave her medication.When he was done and Mom started getting drowsy, I helped her to bed. The moment she settled, I rushed after him, stopping him just before he reached the door.I pulled one of Mom’s bloody handkerchiefs from my pocket.There was no way I could just take her word for it. I needed confirmation from someone who actually knew what they were doing. Even if the healer always looked irritated to be here, I didn’t care.“Please,” I whispered, my voice shaking despite how hard I tried to steady it. “What does this mean?”The healer paused.He was a middle-aged man, probably in his early forties, and he let out a heavy sigh before glancing down at the stained fabric in my hand.The moment he saw it, something in his gaze shifted.Just for a second.Then it was gone, buried under that same cold, detached expression as he adjusted the strap of his leather

Rhea POV“Are you crazy?!”The second the words left my mouth, silence followed. We just stared at each other, and my heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could feel it in my throat.“Oh goodness,” I whispered, the realization crashing in all at once, who I had just spoken to, what I had just said. “I’m so sorry, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I don’t know what came over me. Please…”“That’s another offense,” he said suddenly, gripping my chin and forcing my head to stay in place. “So now you have to do it.”I wanted to protest, but it was a losing battle. He would have gotten his way anyway. So I sighed, reluctant, lowering my head just as he reached forward and gently patted it.“Good girl,” he muttered in a low, approving voice, even though his eyes were still filled with that dark hunger. “But in case you think about taking it off, just know this has special sensors in it that will alert me if you try. If that happens, it will be a long week. So I’d advise you no

Dorian POVMy head was pounding as I flipped through one of the books I had taken from the pack library. After going through about a dozen history books, I still hadn’t found anything about the undead or mages.Nothing at all.The last book I was reading was written in a foreign language, one I wasn’t completely fluent in since the tribe who spoke it had gone extinct. Which made it useless to learn.Well… until now.I had spent more than thirty minutes just reading a single page, and it was driving me insane realizing it was only the introduction I had managed to get through.Because of how stressed I was, I found myself absentmindedly clicking the button of the device in my free hand, momentarily forgetting its actual purpose.Usually, I would have just handed this off to someone else to translate, but Ragnar wasn’t stupid. He would start asking questions.And right now, questions were the last thing I needed.So I had to deal with this myself.The book was about ancient creatures, o