Semua Bab Broken by One, Desired by All : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Zane's Point Of View"I'm Scared of losing you, Zane." The words landed like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. That hit harder than anything else he'd said tonight, harder than the anger I'd braced myself for, harder than any accusation he could have thrown at me. I went completely still, every muscle in my body freezing as my mind struggled to process what I'd just heard. Because that wasn't what I'd expected. Not from him. Not from Ronan… the man who'd just threatened to bury someone six feet under like he was discussing the weather. The man who moved through the world with the unshakeable confidence of someone who'd never met a problem he couldn't solve or destroy. The man who carried himself like nothing and no one could ever truly shake him. And yet, there it was, laid bare between us. Clear. Unfiltered. Vulnerable in a way that made my heart ache. "I've already put you through enough," he continued, his voice quieter now, stripped of its usual comma

Ronan's Point Of View"Oh?" I raised a brow, fighting to keep my expression neutral even as amusement danced in my chest. "And why's that?""Because—" He started strong, then stopped abruptly, his mouth snapping shut as he clearly realized he was about to say something he wasn't ready to admit out loud. The conflict played across his features like a silent film… want versus pride, truth versus self-preservation. I waited, patient and expectant, giving him space to either commit or retreat. The silence stretched between us, taut as a bowstring. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head, watch him calculate and recalculate what he was willing to reveal. He narrowed his eyes at me, frustration bleeding through his carefully constructed facade. His fingers twitched at his sides, restless energy seeking an outlet he wouldn't allow it. "Don't push it," he warned, though the threat lacked its usual bite. His voice had gone rough around the edges, fraying with emotion he cou

Zane's Point Of ViewI didn't answer that. Because that one hit too close. A heavy silence settled in my head, thick and suffocating. Not empty. Just… full. Too full, like a dam about to burst. My fingers curled slightly against the couch as I exhaled slowly, trying to release some of the pressure building in my chest. "I said it," I murmured after a moment, my voice barely audible. "I told Ronan the truth." ‘Part of it.’ My jaw tightened again, teeth grinding together. "I told him enough." ‘Did you?’ The question hung in the air, accusatory and patient all at once. I sat up abruptly, running a hand through my hair in frustration, tugging harder than necessary. "What do you want from me, Fenrir?" I snapped quietly, the words sharp despite their low volume. "I chose him. I told him I chose him. What else is there?" Silence. Then, ‘Clarity.’ I let out a short, humorless laugh that died in my throat. "Yeah? Let me know when you find some." Because right now, everything felt ta

Ronan's Point Of View"Have you gone mad?" The words emerged low and controlled, but nothing about what simmered beneath remained calm. Ash's body went rigid against my grip, his breath coming sharper now, uneven… not from fear alone, but from the clash of dominance hanging thick in the air between us. I could sense it rippling through him. The power. The Alpha strength that had once commanded respect. But none of it mattered. Not even a little. Because the moment my fingers tightened around his collar and I lifted him higher against the wall, I felt it with absolute clarity. The difference between us. Undeniable. Irrefutable. He possessed strength, yes. But not enough. Not nearly enough to challenge me. His boots scraped against the stone as he struggled, hands gripping my wrist, attempting to pry himself free. His jaw clenched hard enough that I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin, his eyes flashing with defiance that would have intimidated lesser wolves. "Put me do

Ronan's Point Of View"The Alpha wants you back in the pack… now."For a moment, I simply stood there, processing the intrusion. My bare feet pressed against the cool earth, afternoon air brushing across my exposed skin. I remained completely still, letting the words settle.Then I turned, slowly and deliberately.My gaze locked onto the guard, and irritation… no, not mere irritation, anger flared sharp and immediate in my chest. It rose like something that had been waiting beneath the surface, coiled and ready, needing only the smallest excuse to strike."Tell him no," I said, my voice flat and unyielding. No hesitation crossed my mind. No second thoughts clouded my judgment. "I'm busy."The guard stiffened visibly, his shoulders drawing tight. He bowed his head again, lower this time, a gesture of deference that did nothing to move him from his spot. He didn't leave. Didn't turn away from his mission.Instead, he shook his head with obvious reluctance. "No… I can't do that."My eyes