บททั้งหมดของ Broken by One, Desired by All : บทที่ 181 - บทที่ 190

Ronan's Point Of ViewHer scream filled the cell so violently that the sound slammed into the stone walls and came back twice as loud. The dungeon had always been built to hold noise inside rather than let it escape, and the echo of her panic bounced through the narrow corridor beyond the door before fading into the damp air.“NOOOOO!!!”I watched her.Really watched her.Her body strained against the silver chains, wrists twisting uselessly as the metal cut deeper into her skin. The chair scraped against the stone floor as she tried to pull herself away from me, but there was nowhere for her to go. Sweat had already started gathering along her hairline, the damp strands sticking against her temples while the rest of her hair clung to her neck.Her chest heaved with every breath.Terror had stripped whatever composure she used to carry.I rolled the small bottle between my fingers, watching the pale liquid swirl slowly inside the glass while her eyes stayed locked on it as if it were

Ronan's Point Of ViewHer scream came again.But this time it was nothing like the first one.The sound that left her throat now was weak, shredded apart by the poison already spreading through her body. It rose from her chest like something being dragged out of her lungs rather than pushed by strength.“Ro… Ro… Ronan…”Her voice broke in the middle of my name.I stood in front of her and watched.The wolfsbane worked quickly once it entered the bloodstream. Wolves felt it faster than humans ever could, every nerve reacting violently as the toxin forced the wolf inside them to recoil and weaken.Celia’s body showed every stage of it.Her shoulders jerked against the chair as a tremor rolled through her muscles. The silver chains tightened around her arms and chest when she tried to shift away from the pain, the metal biting deeper into her skin where the flesh had already blistered from earlier struggles.“Please…” she managed to choke out.Tears had started pouring from her eyes now,

Ronan's Point Of ViewCelia’s body was a wreck of tremors and blood, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps as she sagged against the chains. The silver had torn into her wrists, the metal embedded in her flesh, her skin raw and bleeding. Her face was streaked with tears and blood, her lips cracked, her eyes swollen from crying. She wasn’t fighting anymore. She was too broken for that. Her chest heaved with each breath, her body trembling weakly, her gaze locked on me with something like desperate hope.I watched her, with the cold, calculated frustration of a man who had wasted too much time on her.I glanced at my wristwatch again.Two hours and twenty minutes.The frustration coiled tighter in my chest.I crouched in front of her, my voice low, my words deliberate.“You understand now?”She nodded quickly, her breath hitching, her voice a broken whisper. “Yes, Ronan… I understand… I’ll go far away… I’m sorry for hurting him… I was stupid… jealous… selfish… I’m sorry—”Her words

Celia's Point Of ViewThe chair did not move.No matter how much I tried to shift my weight, no matter how hard my shoulders strained against the restraints, the bolts fixed into the dungeon floor kept the chair rooted in place. They had been driven deep into the stone, thick iron bolts hammered so firmly into the ground that even the smallest vibration from my struggling body only echoed faintly through the metal frame instead of loosening it.The silver chains wrapped around my wrists and chest held tighter every time my body tensed, the cold metal pressing deeper into my skin as if it had a mind of its own.Every tiny movement only made the chains respond. When my wrists flexed, the links tightened. When my chest rose with breath, the band around my ribs constricted. Even the slight shift of my shoulders caused the chains to scrape against my skin with a soft metallic drag that sent sharp sparks of pain through my nerves.My breath came in ragged pulls.Each inhale felt shallow.Ea

Celia's Point Of View I shivered at the tone in his voice, that cold, controlled edge that had always set my blood on fire with both fear and frustration. My throat was raw, my wrists ached where the silver chains bit into my skin, and every muscle in my body screamed to move, to escape, to lash out—but I couldn’t. Not with him standing there, silent, watching, everything controlled by him, everything dictated by him. Before I could speak again, he turned and walked toward the exit, his boots clicking steadily against the stone floor. The distance between us stretched instantly, and my chest constricted as if the air itself were being stolen from me. I clenched my fists so tightly that the metal chains rattled against the stone chair, sending a sharp echo through the dungeon. “Zane!” I gasped, the name ripping from my throat before I could stop it. “You hybrid—wretch! What exactly did he... what did you do to Ronan?” My voice shook as I spoke, partly from the wolfsbane, par