บททั้งหมดของ Broken by One, Desired by All : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe room was suffocating with magic, blood, and the bitter metallic scent of wolfsbane still clinging to Zane’s skin. My shirt, torn and soaked with my own blood, clung to my chest and arms, veins rising sharply under the strain.Every pulse in my body was mirrored in his chest... or at least, it should have been. Every shallow rise and fall, every twitch of his fingers, was a razor to my nerves.The healer’s hands hovered above him, glowing faintly with that bluish, humming magic that cut through the smell of iron in the air. Her eyes flicked toward me every few seconds, sharp and calculating, always watching, always measuring.Miles lingered near the doorway, his posture stiff, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists that rattled the edges of the stone table he leaned on.The assistants flitted around, but I didn’t care who moved where. No one was allowed near him but me and the healer.“You’re pushing too hard,” she snapped suddenly, voice sharp and urgent. “Ron

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe air between Miles and me still hummed. Not loud. Not explosive. Just charged. Like lightning sitting quietly inside a glass room. I could still feel it under my skin... that instinctive, territorial pull that hadn’t calmed since the forest. Since blood. Since almost losing him.Mine.The word echoed low in my chest.And then, Zane coughed.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t subtle, it tore straight through the room. A sharp, rough sound that dragged every ounce of attention back to the bed instantly.My body reacted before my brain did.I was at his side in a heartbeat.“Hey... hey, easy,” I murmured, hand hovering near his shoulder but not touching yet. Always careful. Always aware of how fragile he still was.Miles moved too, stepping closer from the other side, all traces of challenge gone in an instant.Zane wheezed once, then again, trying to catch his breath.And then, unbelievably he glared at us.Actually glared.Weak. Pale. Half-dead.Still glaring.“It’s… ok

Ronan's Point Of View Miles didn’t hesitate.For once in his stubborn, infuriating life, he didn’t argue, didn’t smirk, didn’t lace his response with sarcasm.He just looked at me for a long second... something unreadable passing through his eyes, and then he nodded.A small movement.But it carried weight.Agreement.Understanding.Maybe even acknowledgment, and that alone shifted something in the room.Before I could overthink it, before I could analyze what that silent exchange truly meant, I heard it.Soft.Weak.But it cut through everything.“Ronan.”My name.Fragile in a way that made something inside my chest twist violently.I turned instantly.And that was when I saw it.The tears.They gathered slowly in his eyes, shimmering under the light filtering through the windows, clinging stubbornly to his lashes like they didn’t want to let go.My chest tightened so violently it felt like something inside me had cracked open.Alarm shot through me before logic could follow, and I

Ronan's Point Of ViewMiles tilted his head slightly, the faintest smile tugging at his lips, eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and acknowledgment that only fueled my irritation. “I understand,” he said finally, voice smooth, measured, but carrying that effortless confidence that always made my wolf bristle. “And I’m glad to know you’re not against it.”I froze for a heartbeat, my jaw tightening. Against it? Against what? Against him? Against Zane? I narrowed my eyes, stepping closer instinctively, muscles coiled, and felt the familiar fire of possessiveness tighten in my chest. Miles didn’t flinch. He simply held my gaze, unbothered, as if daring me to make a move.Then he straightened, lifting a hand in a casual wave. “I’ll have to go,” he said lightly, the casualness driving my irritation higher, “take care of our baby.”I blinked. Our… baby? My chest clenched, a mixture of protectiveness and something sharp and raw, something I couldn’t name, but it was all about Zane. I raised

Ronan's Point Of ViewI stepped fully into the cell and let the door close behind me with a heavy metallic slam that echoed along the stone corridor outside. The sound carried through the dungeon like a warning before the silence swallowed it again. The air down here felt damp and cold against my skin, thick with the smell of old stone, rust, and mold that clung to the walls.Celia sat in the center of the room exactly where I had ordered them to leave her.A heavy wooden chair bolted to the floor held her in place, thick silver chains wrapped tightly around her wrists, chest, and ankles. The metal had already done its work. Where it pressed into her skin the flesh had blistered and split, thin lines of blood marking where the silver burned through the strength of her wolf and forced it into submission.Her hair hung loose and tangled over her shoulders. Bruises darkened the side of her face and the corner of her lip where she must have struggled earlier.The moment the light flared o