บททั้งหมดของ Broken by One, Desired by All : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Zane's Point Of ViewThe air between us was thick with heat, the kind that made my skin prickle and my breath come in short, ragged gasps. Ronan’s body was pressed against mine, his weight delicious, his touch electric... everywhere at once, like he was trying to memorize me with his hands, his mouth, the feral hunger in his dark eyes. My fingers itched with the need to touch him, to feel him, to claim him just as fiercely as he was claiming me.I let my hands roam... first over the hard planes of his chest, tracing the dips and ridges of his muscles, the way they flexed beneath my touch. My fingers trailed down his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin, the roughness of the scars hidden beneath his clothes... old battles, old pain, things I wanted to kiss better, to erase with my lips. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.My hands slid lower, my fingers fumbling with the buckle of his belt, the clink of the metal loud in the quiet room. Ronan hissed, his breath catching as I slip

Zane's Point Of ViewThe first thing I registered was the light... harsh, unforgiving, spilling through the cracks in the curtains, painting stripes of gold across my closed eyelids. It was too bright, too insistent, like the universe itself was demanding I wake up.I groaned, rolling onto my side, my body aching in all the right places... my thighs sore, my ass tender, the phantom sensation of Ronan’s hands, his mouth, his cock still lingering on my skin.Fuck.I didn’t want to open my eyes. Didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to face the day when last night had been so much better.But the sunlight was relentless, and the quiet of the room was deafening... no breathing beside me, no warmth pressed against my back, no low rumble of Ronan’s voice in my ear.My chest tightened.Slowly, I cracked one eye open, and the bed was empty.No indentation in the pillow beside me. No rumpled sheets where he’d been. No trace of him except the faint scent of leather and pine clinging to the air, the

Zane's Point Of ViewThe tension that had been coiled tight between us suddenly snapped, dissolving into something lighter, something almost playful. I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples as I leaned back in my chair, staring at Miles like he’d lost his mind. "Ronan is going to kill you," I said, my voice dry, but the corner of my mouth twitched despite myself.Miles chuckled, shaking his head as he took another sip of his coffee. "I know," he said, his tone amused, like the idea of Ronan hunting him down was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "I’ll do the same."I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Oh, please," I shot back. "You think you can take him? Ronan would eat you alive and spit you out before you even blinked."Miles grinned, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table. "Maybe," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But I like a challenge."I laughed, shaking my head. "You’re insane," I muttered, though there was no real heat in it. "You know that, right?""And you l

Zane's Point Of ViewMy fingers were slick with sweat, the bark of the branch digging into my palms as I clung to it, my arms shaking violently. The wind howled around me, whipping through my hair, mocking me as Celia and Alisa walked away, their footsteps crunching on the dry leaves like a death knell."Wait!" I shouted again, my voice cracking with desperation. "Alisa, please!"She paused.For a second, I thought... hoped, she might change her mind.Then she turned back, and picked up a stick.My stomach dropped.The branch dug into my palms like shards of glass, my fingers bleeding, my muscles screaming as I clung to it, my body swinging precariously over the cliff’s edge. The wind roared in my ears, the drop below a yawn of darkness, the rocks waiting like teeth. My heart hammered against my ribs, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my mind racing... This can’t be happening. This can’t be how it ends.Celia’s wheelchair was already rolling backward, her lips curled in a smirk, her e

Ronan's Point Of View The training grounds blurred as I sprinted away, my boots kicking up dust, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. The pain in my chest wasn’t fading... it was growing, spreading, burning through me like wildfire. Zane. His name echoed in my mind, a desperate, frantic beat that drowned out everything else. Something was wrong. Terribly, horribly wrong.I skidded to a stop in front of Professor Hargrove, the old wolf leaning against the doorframe of the training barracks, his arms crossed, his eyes sharp despite his aged appearance. He raised an eyebrow as I barreled toward him, my chest heaving, my fists clenched."Where’s Zane?!" I demanded, my voice a growl, raw and uncontrolled.Hargrove frowned, pushing off the frame. "Calm down, Ronan...""WHERE. IS. HE?!" My voice boomed, echoing through the courtyard, startling a flock of birds into flight. My wolf snarled beneath my skin, pawing, scratching, demanding release.The professor’s expression sobered.