All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Caroline's Point Of View “Caroline!!” Zane’s shout cut through the white, thin as a blade. It landed on me and didn’t help at all but it did anchor me somehow, a tether to somewhere that wasn’t the blind noise. I clawed at the light with my fingers, wanting to rub it out like sand.Alisa didn’t wait. She lunged at me as if the light had given her permission. Her fist came at my head, and where I expected one blow she landed three, five, enough for insults to snake out between them. “You’re weak! You parade around like you’re…” another strike, a yell meant to make the crowd lean in, to make everyone side with the heiress, “...like you’re anything! You’re trash!” Her voice braided with the clack of her gloves and the slap of skin.I could only see bursts now, colored fragments flashing across a blank screen. A hand… white, blinding, crossed my face and I stumbled back, my knees almost folding because I couldn’t tell where the ground was for a second. The world had narrowed to sound an

Zane's Point Of View The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and the metallic tang of magic still lingering in the wake of the duels. My body ached, every muscle screamed, every breath burned, but the adrenaline still hummed beneath my skin, a live wire of defiance and triumph. The courtyard was eerily quiet now, the crowd’s roars faded into a tense, anticipatory silence. The torches flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone, the flames hissing like they were whispering secrets to the night.Mark was still on the ground, his breath ragged, his face twisted in a mix of fury and humiliation. I didn’t look at him. Didn’t care. My eyes were locked on the instructors as they stepped forward, their expressions unreadable, their presence heavy with the weight of judgment. The head instructor… a broad-shouldered man with a scar running down his cheek, raised his hands, silencing the last of the murmurs.“You’ve all faced the Decaying Forest,” he said, his voice ro

Zane's Point Of ViewThe path to the human dorms was quiet, the torches lining the stone walkway casting flickering shadows that danced like restless spirits. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, the cool night breeze brushing against my skin, soothing the ache in my muscles. My body still hummed with the aftershocks of the trials… every punch, every spell, every moment of raw, unfiltered adrenaline, but the exhaustion was catching up fast. My boots scuffed against the stone, the sound echoing softly in the empty corridor as I pushed open the heavy wooden door to the dormitory.The common room was empty.No Charlie.No noise.Just silence.I frowned, my fingers twitching at my sides. “Charlie?” I called out, my voice rough from the fights, from the shouting, from the winning. No answer. I moved through the common room, my boots thudding softly against the floor, my eyes scanning the empty space. The fire in the hearth had burned down to embers, the room bathed in dim, flickering

Zane's Point Of View The words hit me like a punch to the gut.My breath caught in my throat.A second chance.The room spun for a second, my mind racing, my heart hammering in my chest.“A second chance,” I repeated, my voice rough, my fingers digging into the wood of the chair.Elaris nodded, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. “Yes,” she said, her voice final. “A second chance.”The words second chance echoed in my skull like a gong, loud and disorienting. My fingers dug into the armrests of the chair, my knuckles white, my mind racing through a thousand questions, a thousand what-ifs. The fire in the hearth crackled, the sound too loud in the sudden silence, the golden light casting long shadows across Elaris’s face. She watched me, her sharp eyes unblinking, her expression unreadable but her posture expectant, like she was waiting for me to break.I swallowed, my throat dry. “But… why now?” The words tasted bitter on my tongue, my voice rough. “Why now when I’ve alrea

Zane's Point Of View The room was too quiet.Too dark.The kind of dark that pressed in on you, heavy and suffocating, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I didn’t remember falling asleep. Didn’t remember dreaming. But I remembered the fire.The screams.The Academy burning, the flames licking up the stone walls, the scent of smoke and blood choking the air. The way the heat had seared my skin, the way the screams had torn through the night, the way the ground had been slick with something dark and wet and wrong. My chest had been tight, my lungs burning, my body moving on instinct… run, run, RUN, but my legs had been lead, my muscles locking up, my wolf howling inside my chest, his fur singed, his voice raw with terror.I jerked awake with a gasp, my body drenched in sweat, my sheets tangled around my legs, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The room was still dark, the only light the faint, silvery glow of the moon filtering through the cr