All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Zane's Point Of View“You’re… still alive.”The words slid over me like ice.Not a hallucination.Not the forest whispering lies.Her voice.Celia.My chest seized, a violent, choking spasm ripping through me as reality slammed down hard and merciless. My vision sharpened just enough for me to see her silhouette above me, framed by moonlight and shadows, her form unmistakable. Upright. Whole. Real.The scent hit me next... clean leather, faint metal, and underneath it all, the sickly sweet trace of wolfsbane clinging to her like perfume.My heart stuttered.No. No, no, no.She stepped closer, slow, deliberate, boots crunching against leaves, and I felt every sound in my bones because I couldn’t move. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t even curl in on myself. My body lay there, useless, trembling, burning, betraying me in every possible way.Celia crouched, her shadow spilling over my face, blotting out the moon. I could see her smile now—wide, pleased, almost affectionate in its c

Zane's Point Of ViewSomething slammed into her from the side with brutal force.Not a shove. Not a strike.A collision so violent it felt like the air itself detonated.Her grip on the knife shattered instantly, fingers splaying as the weapon flew from her hand and vanished into the undergrowth. She didn’t even have time to gasp. She was lifted clean off her feet, ripped away from me like she weighed nothing at all, and before I could even blink, her body was driven violently into the ground.The earth seemed to recoil beneath the impact.Sound hit before sight.A violent collision... bone against earth, something breaking, cracking, splintering under impossible pressure, followed by a scream so sharp it cut straight through my skull. The sound wasn’t just loud; it was wrong, raw and jagged, filled with shock and sudden fear.My head lolled to the side, vision smeared and useless, shadows tearing themselves apart and reforming too fast for me to understand. The world tilted, spun, re

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe forest wouldn’t stop closing in.No matter how fast I ran, it felt like the trees were shifting, bending inward, branches clawing at me, roots twisting like traps beneath my feet. Every direction blurred into the same nightmare of shadows and bark and darkness.My wolf tore through the underbrush at full speed, muscles screaming, lungs burning as air ripped in and out of my chest.It wasn’t enough.Nothing was enough.Zane.The bond was a live wire in my chest... painful, erratic, screaming wrong wrong wrong with every heartbeat. It wasn’t a clean pull, not the steady certainty I was used to. It flickered violently, fractured and unstable, like he was slipping in and out of reach.Like I was already losing him.Where are you?My paws skidded through damp leaves as I changed direction again, nose flaring desperately. The forest was loud... too loud. Animals scattering blindly through the brush. Wind hissing through the trees. My own breath roaring in my ears,

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe healer’s words hit like a blade to the gut... The poison is winning.My breath stalls. My fingers dig into Zane’s limp arm, my knuckles white, my nails biting into his skin as if I could anchor him to this world by sheer force.His skin was too cold. Too wrong.The scent of wolfsbane clings to him, bitter and metallic, mixing with the copper tang of blood... his blood, soaking through the fabric of his shirt, staining my hands.My vision blurs for a second, but I blink it back, jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache.The healer’s magic flickers out, her hands trembling as she pulls away. Her face is ashen, her lips pressed into a thin line. She doesn’t have to say it again. I hear it in the way her breath hitches. In the way her eyes dart to the door, then back to Zane, like she’s already calculating how long it’ll take to move him.“Move him.”The healer’s voice cut through the chaos sharp and commanding, no room for hesitation. “We can’t do this here. I need my

Ronan's Point Of ViewMiles moved again.I saw it in the corner of my vision... the shift of his shoulders, the tightening of his fists. He expected me to snap. To shove him. To snarl. To remind him exactly who I was.Alpha.Dangerous.Untouchable.He braced for it.I gave him nothing.No warning growl. No flash of teeth. No surge of dominance.Just silence.That scared him more.I felt it.His anger didn’t fade, it faltered. Warped into something else. Unease.Because I wasn’t fighting him.I wasn’t fighting anyone.I was kneeling beside a blood-soaked bed, counting breaths like a desperate man counting down the seconds before a bomb detonates.One.Zane’s chest rose... barely.Two.It stuttered on the exhale.Three.It didn’t rise immediately.My heart slammed so violently against my ribs I thought I’d black out. “Breathe,” I whispered under my breath, not sure if I was talking to him or myself. “Come on. Breathe.”The healer slammed a tray down so hard glass clattered. “Enough! The