Broken by One, Desired by All 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 141 - 챕터 150

Zane's Point Of ViewThe car felt smaller suddenly, the air thicker, like the memories I’d buried for so long were pressing in on me, suffocating me. My fingers trembled in Ronan’s grip, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps as the words spilled out of me, raw and jagged."His father caught us," I whispered, my voice breaking. "He found me and Ash..." My throat closed up, the image flashing in my mind... his father’s face twisted in disgust, Ash’s body frozen beside me, the way the world had shattered in an instant. "We were..." I couldn’t even say it. "And Ash… he just stood there."Ronan’s grip on my hand tightened, his knuckles turning white. "Zane...""He denied me," I forced out, my voice a ragged whisper. "Right in front of my father, right in front of everyone. He said I seduced him. That I was a leech, that I only wanted him for his title, for his position." My chest heaved, the betrayal burning through me like it had just happened. "But that wasn’t true." My voice cracked,

Zane's Point Of ViewThe moment Professor Veyra said "Mark," my stomach dropped like a stone. My fingers curled into fists, my nails biting into my palms hard enough to draw blood. Charlie... okay, Charlie made sense. He was my friend, my partner in chaos, the one person I knew I could trust to have my back. But Mark?Mark who had tried to murder me on the first day we met?Mark who glared at me like I was something he’d scraped off the bottom of his shoe?Mark who had made it his personal mission to make my life a living hell?My head snapped toward him before I could stop myself, my glare locking onto his. He was already staring at me, his dark eyes narrowed, his lips curled into a snarl. The hatred between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that filled the space between us like a storm cloud.I flipped him the middle finger.His glare deepened, but he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.Just stared.Like he was already plotting my demise.Ronan’s hand closed around my shoulder, his

Ronan's Point Of View The air in the room was thick with the weight of my words, the declaration of my intentions hanging between Caroline and me like a storm cloud ready to burst. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, the beast snarling with the need to protect, to claim, to keep Zane safe from anyone who dared to threaten him. The thought of my father, of the pack, of anyone trying to stand in our way, sent a surge of fury through my veins, my fingers curling into fists so tight my knuckles turned white.Caroline’s gaze was still locked onto mine, her expression a mix of concern and something darker... resignation, maybe, or the understanding that what I was doing would have consequences.But I didn’t care. Not when Zane was at stake. Not when the thought of losing him made my chest ache like a physical wound."You’re playing a dangerous game, Ronan," Caroline said, her voice low, her tone serious. "Father won’t just let this go. He’ll...""I don’t care what he’ll do," I cut

Ronan's Point Of View Miles stood there, his posture relaxed, his hands still tucked into the pockets of his dark jacket. The moonlight cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the smirk that played at the corners of his lips. His sharp eyes gleamed with something knowing, something calculating, as he met my gaze."Calm down," he said, his voice smooth, almost amused. "I couldn’t sleep. Decided to take a walk in the woods." He shrugged, the movement casual, but there was something too deliberate about it. "And then I saw you. Let’s call it fate."I didn’t speak.I didn’t move.I just stared at him, my body tense, my mind racing. Miles and I had never been close. Not from the first day we met in this damned Academy. Not when we were forced to share the same space, the same breathing air, the same endless competition that had defined our relationship from the very beginning.It had started on the first day.The Academy had been divided... Humans in one section, Werewolves in an

Zane's Point Of ViewThe tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Mark’s glare burned into me like a brand, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. I could feel the rage rolling off him in waves, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding himself back. Charlie stood beside me, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, but I could sense the way his muscles were coiled, ready to step in if things escalated. Not that I needed him to. I could handle Mark. I always could."You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now," Mark hissed, his voice a venomous whisper, his dark eyes gleaming with something ugly. "But this isn’t over."I rolled my eyes, my expression bored, though my fingers twitched with the urge to lash out. "Oh, boo-hoo," I drawled, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "You threaten me like it’s new information, Mark. You’ve been trying to kill me since day one. What’s different now?"His face twisted, his jaw clenching so hard I could hear his teet