บททั้งหมดของ Broken by One, Desired by All : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Zane's Point Of View I wanted to glare at him. Wanted to shove him away, to tell him to fuck off, to anything that would make me feel less exposed, less undone. But my body betrayed me, my muscles refusing to cooperate, my mind still hazy with the afterglow of pleasure. So all I could do was let him hold me, let him carry me, his arms cradling me against his chest like I was something precious.And god, I hated how good it felt.Ronan didn’t say anything as he walked, his strides long and confident, like he knew exactly where he was going. The academy loomed around us, the moonlight casting long, eerie shadows across the stone paths. I should’ve been embarrassed. Should’ve been mortified that he was carrying me like this, that I was letting him. But the way his arms held me, the way his heart beat steady and strong beneath my ear, it made me feel safe. And that terrified me more than anything else.We reached my dorm door too soon.Ronan set me down gently, his hands lingering on

Zane's Point Of View The river hits me like a blade to the gut.Cold. Not the kind that freezes your skin, but the kind that crawls inside you, wrapping around your bones, sucking the heat right out of your marrow. My boots sink into the silt, the water rising to my knees, and it’s like stepping into a void. The magic isn’t just in the water… it’s in the air, thick and cloying, pressing down on my shoulders like a hand shoving me under. My breath comes out in a sharp, uneven gasp, my fingers curling into fists.“Fuck,” Caroline hisses beside me, her voice tight. She stumbles, her boot catching on a submerged rock, and I grab her wrist before she goes down. Her skin is clammy, her pulse erratic beneath my fingers. “This is worse than the damn obstacle course.”I don’t answer. Can’t. My jaw is locked, my teeth grinding together so hard my molars ache. The river isn’t just draining my strength, it’s draining my will. Every step forward feels like wading through tar, my muscles screamin

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe air in the room was thick enough to choke on, the scent of aged whiskey and old wood cloying in my throat. My father loomed over his desk, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored jacket, his knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the wood. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting jagged shadows across his face, making his eyes look like chips of ice in the dim light. My mother stood beside him, her fingers pressed lightly against his arm, her expression tight with worry. She’d always been the peacemaker, the one who smoothed over the cracks in our family’s foundation. But right now, even she looked like she was bracing for an earthquake.I didn’t look away from my father’s glare. “Even if I’m not happy with it?” My voice was steady, but my pulse hammered in my throat, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin.My father’s lip curled, his voice a whip-crack. “Especially when you’re not happy with it.” He leaned forward, his weight pressing dow

Ronan's Point Of View The door slammed shut behind me with a finality that echoed through my bones. The cold night air hit me like a slap, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning under my skin. My chest heaved, my breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, my fingers trembling with the force of my rage. Without thinking, I turned and slammed my fist into the nearest wall.Pain exploded up my arm, the stone cracking beneath my knuckles, but I barely felt it. The adrenaline, the fury, the fear… it all coiled inside me, a storm of emotions threatening to tear me apart. My wolf, Devon, surged forward in my mind, his presence a snarling, furious force, his fury matching my own."Ronan." His voice was a growl, low and lethal, vibrating through my skull. "I don't care if he's your father or not."I exhaled sharply, my breath forming a white cloud in the cold air, my body trembling."But if he lays a single finger on my mate," Devon continued, his voice a dark promise, "I'll personally kill

Zane's Point Of View The instructor’s voice cut through the noise like a blade, "Zane vs. Mark." The words hung in the air, heavy and final, and the crowd’s murmurs turned into a low, anticipatory hum. Mark didn’t move at first. He just stood there, rolling his shoulders like he was bored, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass. Then, slowly, he turned his head, his cold blue eyes locking onto me with a look that made my skin crawl."He's too weak for me," Mark called out, his voice dripping with false concern as he addressed the instructor. "I might accidentally kill him." He shrugged, all mock innocence. "He should fight with another person."The instructor’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. "The pairings are final," he growled, his voice leaving no room for argument.But Mark wasn’t done. He stepped forward, his posture relaxed but his voice carrying the weight of a command. "Come on. You’ve seen him. He’s barely holding himself together. It wouldn’t be fair." His smirk deepened, h