Broken by One, Desired by All 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 131 - 챕터 140

Ash's Point Of View The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with the scent of sex and something darker… regret, maybe, or disgust. Lily lay sprawled across the bed, her blonde hair fanned out across the pillows, her body still flushed from the mating, her blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She traced idle patterns on my chest with her fingertips, her touch light but possessive, her smile lazy and knowing."You were amazing, Ash," she murmured, her voice a dark purr, her lips brushing against my collarbone. "It reminded me of our first time.”My muscles locked, my jaw clenching so hard I thought my teeth might crack. I didn’t want to think about that. Didn’t want to remember the way I’d betrayed Zane, the way I’d let my fear and my father’s expectations push me into her arms. The way I’d lied to myself, pretended it didn’t matter, pretended I wasn’t breaking something irreparable.Lily didn’t notice. Or if she did, she didn’t care.She propped herself up on one elbow, her

Lily's Point Of ViewThe ceremonial hall was alive with the hum of excitement, the flickering torchlight casting golden shadows across the faces of the pack members.The scent of pine and wolfsbane filled the air, thick and intoxicating, the traditional herbs used in our most sacred rituals. I stood beside Ash, my body poised, my smile bright, my hand resting lightly on his arm. The weight of the moment settled over me like a crown… finally, I was where I belonged. Finally, I was recognized as his mate, his Luna, the future queen of this pack.But Ash?Ash was distant.I could feel it… the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenched every time someone approached us, the way his smile never quite reached his eyes. He was here, but he wasn’t present. His mind was somewhere else. His heart was somewhere else.And I knew where.Zane.The thought made my blood boil.I hated him.Hated the way Ash still looked at the memory of him. Hated the way Zane had stolen something from me tha

Ronan's Point Of View The fire in the hearth crackled, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls of my room. The scent of pine and aged parchment filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of my sword, which lay unsheathed on the table beside me. I sat in the high-backed chair, my fingers tracing the edge of a half-finished letter to Zane... words I’d never send, thoughts I couldn’t voice. The inkwell sat open, the quill resting beside it, my hand frozen mid-sentence. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in the mess of duty and desire, of promises made and promises broken.A sharp knock at the door shattered the silence.I didn’t look up. "Enter," I called, my voice rough, my tone clipped.The door creaked open, and the heavy footsteps of one of my father’s guards filled the room. I recognized him instantly... Garrick, a grizzled veteran of the pack, his dark hair streaked with silver, his broad shoulders still as imposing as they’d been in his youth. His expression w

Zane's Point Of View The meeting room was alive with the kind of chaotic energy that only came when a group of magic students were about to embark on an adventure. Bags were strewn across couches, spell books lay open on the coffee table, and the air smelled like a mix of excitement, nervous energy, and the faintest hint of burnt toast from someone’s failed attempt at a heating charm. I was sprawled on the couch, my bag tucked safely beside me, my fingers drumming against my thigh as I waited for Charlie to finish whatever ridiculous story he was telling Caroline.She, of course, had other plans.With a dramatic sigh, Caroline flopped onto me like a sack of potatoes, her entire body crashing against mine with enough force to knock the breath out of me. I oofed, my arms flailing as I tried to push her off, but she didn’t budge.Instead, she coiled her arms around my neck, her fingers locking together like a vice, her smirk way too satisfied for someone who had just tried to suffocat

Zane's Point Of ViewThe car hummed beneath us, the engine purring as Ronan navigated the winding roads that led deeper into the countryside. The trees outside were a blur of green and gold, their leaves rustling in the wind, the sunlight filtering through the branches and casting shifting patterns across the dashboard. My fingers drummed restlessly against my thigh, my gaze flicking between the road ahead and the man beside me.Ronan’s profile was sharp in the morning light, his jawline defined, his dark hair slightly tousled from where my fingers had been tangled in it just minutes before. He drove with an easy confidence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and focused.Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity of twisting roads and my own spiraling thoughts, I spotted them... the Academy buses, their bright colors standing out against the greenery, their taillights glowing like beacons in the distance."Thank good