All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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121~ He's Nothing But A Leech

Ash’s Point Of ViewThe study was dark, the only light coming from the crackling fire in the hearth, casting long, jagged shadows across the walls. The scent of aged whiskey and old leather filled the air, thick and suffocating, like the weight of expectation that had always pressed down on my shoulders. My father sat behind his massive oak desk, his broad frame rigid, his sharp eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my stomach twist. The Alpha’s ring glinted on his finger, a constant reminder of the power he wielded, and the power he expected me to claim."The pack is waiting," he said, his voice low but carrying the weight of a command. "The elders are starting to ask questions. Lily’s parents as well." He leaned forward, his fingers steepled, his expression unreadable but his tone leaving no room for argument. "The Alpha rites cannot commence if you don’t do your duty by completing the mating rites."I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms hard enough to draw b

122~ I Didn't Know How To Escape

Ash’s Point Of ViewThe moment the door closed behind my father, the carefully constructed mask I’d worn for months, shattered.My knees hit the floor before I even realized I was falling, my body folding in on itself like a house of cards collapsing under the weight of its own lies. The fire still crackled in the hearth, the flames licking at the logs with a hunger that mirrored the burning in my chest. The study was silent except for the sound of my ragged breath, the way it hitched and stuttered like I’d been running for miles. My hands trembled, my fingers still curled into fists, my nails digging crescents into my palms. The pain was a distant thing, drowned out by the storm inside me.Zane.His name echoed in my skull, a ghost I couldn’t exorcise.I pressed my forehead to the cold stone floor, my shoulders shaking as the first sob tore from my throat. It was ugly. Raw. A sound I didn’t recognize, ripped from a place so deep it felt like it was tearing me apart. My vision blurr

123~ The Mating Rites Is The Price Of My Freedom

Ash's Point Of ViewThe silence of the study pressed in on me like a physical weight, the air thick with the scent of old books and lingering whiskey. Lily’s perfume still clung to the space, cloying and sweet, a reminder of the performance I was expected to maintain. My fingers twitched at my sides, my nails biting into my palms as I forced myself to breathe, to think, to plan.The mating rites.Three days.That’s all I had before I was bound to Lily for life, before the pack’s expectations and my father’s ambitions became my own. The thought made my stomach twist, bile rising in my throat. But beneath the nausea, beneath the dread, there was something else, a flicker of hope, fragile and desperate.The Magic Academy.It was my only way out.My father had made it clear: I could only attend if I completed the mating rites and took on my duties as the future Alpha. It was a bargain, a trade—my freedom for my compliance. And as much as the thought of binding myself to Lily made me want

124~ Power Without Form Is Like A Sword Without A Hilt

Zane's Point Of View The weeks since the Inheritance Ceremony had passed in a blur of restless nights and forced smiles. My body had healed… rapidly, thanks to whatever magic my mother had poured into me, but my soul still ached. The weight of her absence pressed down on me like a physical force, a constant, dull throb in my chest that never quite faded. I could still hear her voice, still feel the ghost of her touch on my forehead, still see the way she’d smiled at me before fading away. It was a wound that refused to scab over, a grief that settled into my bones and made every breath feel like a struggle.But I wasn’t alone.Not really.Ronan, Miles, Charlie, and Caroline had been my anchors, my lifelines, the ones who kept me from drowning in the silence of my own thoughts. Ronan’s presence was a steady warmth at my side, his golden eyes always watching, always knowing when I needed him most. Miles’ dry humor and unwavering loyalty kept me grounded, his sharp wit cutting throug

125~ I Don't Care, Zane. I Want You

Zane's Point Of ViewProfessor Veyra didn’t scold me for the failure. Instead, she stepped closer, her sharp eyes assessing me with a precision that made my skin prickle. "You’re treating magic like a weapon," she said, her voice low but carrying the weight of experience. "But magic isn’t something you wield like a sword. It’s something you invite into your body, like a dance partner. You have to trust it."I clenched my jaw, my fingers flexing. "I am trusting it," I muttered, though the frustration in my voice betrayed me.She didn’t flinch. "No," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. "You’re fighting it. Watch."She raised her hand, her fingers moving with a grace that made it look effortless. "Lumen," she whispered, and a soft, golden light bloomed at her fingertips, steady and warm, like a candle flame in the dark. "Feel the magic in your core," she instructed, her voice calm. "Let it flow through you, from your feet to your fingers. Your stance is your foundation, your breath

126~ You're Mine... At Least For This Moment

Zane's Point Of View Miles’ lips crashed against mine with a desperation that stole my breath, his hand tightening on my waist, pulling me flush against him. The shelves pressed into my back, the books digging into my skin, but I barely noticed. All I could feel was him, the heat of his body, the rough slide of his fingers as they tangled in my hair, the way his teeth grazed my bottom lip before his tongue pushed past my lips, demanding entrance.I should have stopped him. Should have pushed him away. Should have remembered Ronan, the bond, the promise. But god, I didn’t want to.Miles’ other hand slid down, his fingers gripping my hip before slipping lower, his palm cupping my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp into his mouth. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, my hips arching into his touch, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. His kiss was hungry, possessive, his tongue sweeping against mine in a way that made my stomach twist, my pulse roar in my ears."Mile

127~ Are You Suddenly Shy, Zane?

Zane's Point Of View Miles pulled back slowly, his lips lingering against mine for just a second longer before he gave my bottom lip a gentle tug with his teeth, releasing it with a soft, satisfied hum. His hands remained firm on my waist, his thumbs brushing slow, teasing circles over the fabric of my shirt, sending shivers down my spine. My fingers were still tangled in his hair, my other hand gripping his shoulder like he was the only thing keeping me upright. The air between us was thick with tension, the kind that made my skin prickle and my pulse race, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps.I was flustered.God, I was flustered.Miles’ smirk was slow and knowing, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he took in my flushed face, my swollen lips, the way my chest heaved with every ragged breath. "Are you suddenly shy, Zane?" he murmured, his voice a low tease, his thumb brushing over my hip in a way that made my stomach twist.I bit my lip, my fingers tightening in his hai

128~ Is Celia Glaring At You?

Zane's Point Of ViewThe librarian, a sharp-eyed woman with silver-streaked hair and a no-nonsense demeanor, barely glanced up as we approached her desk.She took the books from us with efficient hands, her fingers trailing over the spines as she checked them off against a list on her clipboard. "All accounted for," she said, her voice crisp. "You’re free to go.""Thanks," Miles said, his voice smooth, his smirk returning as he took the books back from her.I nodded my thanks, my fingers brushing against the covers of the books as Miles tucked them under his arm. The librarian gave us a curt nod before turning her attention back to her work, dismissing us without another word.We stepped out into the hallway, the sun streaming through the tall windows, casting patterns of light and shadow across the stone floors. Miles turned to me, his expression unreadable for a moment before it smoothed into that familiar, infuriating smirk. "I’ve got to take these to Elaris," he said, lifting the

128~ Ronan Was Mine

Zane's Point Of View “Is it just me, or is Celia glaring at you?”I stiffened, my fork pausing halfway to my mouth. "What?"Charlie nodded subtly toward the table near the doors, where Celia… tall, blonde, and permanently unimpressed, was sitting with a group of her friends. Sure enough, her sharp eyes were locked onto me, her expression a mix of disdain and something I couldn’t quite place.I exhaled sharply, setting my fork down. "Great," I muttered. "Just great."Charlie’s smirk was evil. "Oh, Zane," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Did you piss her off again?"I shot him a glare. "I exist," I said. "That’s usually enough."Charlie barked out a laugh, leaning back in his chair. "You do have a talent for making enemies," he said, his tone amused. "It’s almost impressive."I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face. "I don’t need this shit right now," I muttered.Charlie’s smirk softened just a fraction. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter. "But you’ve got me. And carbs.

130~ Before I Lost Everything

Zane's Point Of ViewCelia kept talking, her voice a sickly-sweet melody that grated against my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. She prattled on about wedding colors, venue options, and how thoughtful Ronan had been in helping her pick out the perfect dress.Every word out of her mouth was another twist of the knife, another reminder of the lie she was living, of the lie Ronan might still be tangled in."And the flowers," she sighed, pressing a hand to her chest like the very thought overwhelmed her. "Ronan insists on white lilies… so classic, so elegant, but I was thinking maybe a touch of lavender? Just to add a little romance."I forced my lips into a smile so tight it made my cheeks ache. "Lavender sounds lovely," I said, my voice smooth, my fingers digging into my thighs under the table. "Very… you."She beamed, her eyes shining with false warmth. "Oh, Zane, you get me!" she giggled, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "Ronan always says I have the best taste."

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