### Chapter 15: Caged in Their Heat đșđ„đ
**Lia's POV**
I pace this damn forsaken room, my footsteps echoing on the cold stone, my blood boiling at Dorian's nerve.
He thinks he can play games with me right because he's an alpha, well he's just a dick head.
He thinks he can lock me up like some weak omega, like I can't fight back, like he's mocking me for being less.
I flop onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and hurling it to the floor, hating everything here, even the stupid pillow feels like it's against me.
The door creaks open, and I snap my head up, my heart racing as Rick walks in, holding a tray of food.
He sets it beside me, his hazel eyes soft, cautious, and I glare at him, my lips tight, not saying a word.
He walks to the pillow, picking it up, his movements slow, careful, and places it back on the bed.
He looks at me, his voice gentle, almost too soft. "Don't take it out on the pillow, Lia. Save that anger for Dorian. You might need it to punch him hard, trust me."
