บททั้งหมดของ Broken by One, Desired by All : บทที่ 221 - บทที่ 230

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe words still hung in the air. "I'll rather die than let anything happen to him." Silence followed, but not the calm kind, not the peaceful kind. This was the sort of silence that pressed against your lungs, that made every breath feel heavier than the last. The torches along the walls flickered unevenly, their flames bending under the weight of tension coiling through the room. I didn't look away. Not from him. Not now. My father stared at me as though he no longer recognized what stood before him. As though something fundamental had shifted, and he couldn't process it. The man who had always seemed so certain, so unshakeable, now appeared almost vulnerable in his confusion. "Ronan…" The word emerged slowly, his voice no longer pure authority… something else threaded through it now. Something sharp. Something almost… unsettled. "What the hell has gotten into you?" I exhaled through my nose, dragging a hand across my face. The gesture betrayed my exhausti

Ronan's Point Of ViewMy father's voice cut through the air, sharp and instinctive, like a blade drawn without thought. "That's impossible." I released a slow breath, feeling something shift inside me as I did. This time… I smiled. Not from amusement. From something far darker. Something that had been coiling tight in my chest since the moment I crossed the threshold into this room, building with every second of his dismissive stares and practiced authority. "It's very much possible, father." The words left my mouth with deliberate calm. The composure in my voice made his frown deepen, carving fresh lines into his weathered face. He shook his head again, more firmly this time, as though repetition alone possessed the power to bend reality back into something he could control, something that fit neatly into his understanding of how the world worked. "No," he said, the word directed more to himself than to me, as if speaking it aloud would make it true. "Alpha Kurt wouldn't lie to m

Ronan's Point Of View I stood there in the hallway, the air between us vibrating with the force of my own confession. My mother’s face was a map of devastation, tears tracking through her expensive makeup, leaving grey streaks. "Please... please, son... please." Her voice cracked right in the middle, falling apart into something small and pathetic. "I want us to talk... I beg you." I stared at the carvings on the distant door, my pulse thudding in my neck. Each beat felt like a hammer hitting an anvil. "I'm not interested in your little talks," I muttered. I started to pull away, feeling the heavy friction of her silk dress against my skin, but she gripped harder. For a small woman, she had a hold like a trap. Like she could physically keep me from the life I’d built away from this mausoleum. "Son... please. Just a moment. Just give me a moment." "I said I'm not your son!" I turned then, the words tearing out of me, jagged and hot. She flinched as if I'd struck her. Her hands

Rita's Point Of View The heavy doors of the throne room hadn't merely shut; they had severed something vital and irreparable. I stood alone in the hallway, hands pressed against my mouth as if I could physically hold back the scream building in my chest, watching the empty space where my son had just been. The air remained cold from his departure, still vibrating with echoes of his voice… the voice of a stranger wearing my child's face. I shattered. My knees gave out first, hitting the marble with a sickening thud I barely registered. The physical pain meant nothing, a pinprick compared to the jagged, rusted blade twisting deeper into my chest with each ragged breath. A sob tore through my throat, raw and ugly, the animalistic sound of a mother who had realized too late that she had hollowed out her own child, carved away everything tender until only hardness remained. It ached. My throat felt like I'd swallowed glass, each breath scraping against the wounds my own wo

Zane's Point Of ViewThe sheets felt like sandpaper against my skin. One minute I was drifting in that heavy, post-medication haze, and the next, my heart started thudding a rhythm that wasn't mine. It was fast. Erratic. Like a bird slamming against the bars of a cage.I turned onto my left side, huffing, tugging the duvet up to my chin. Then I flipped to my right. Nothing felt right. My skin felt too tight, my blood buzzing with an electric current that made my hair stand on end.Zane.The voice echoed in the caverns of my skull, deep and vibrating with an urgency that made my stomach drop."Fenrir?" I whispered into the dark of the room, my voice cracking. "What is it? Why are you awake?"Wake up, Zane. Properly. Now. My wolf’s voice was a low snarl of anxiety. Mate is troubled. He is drowning. I can feel self-harm coming from him. The bond is bleeding, Zane.I sat bolt upright, the movement so sudden my head spun. "What? How do you know? How can you tell?"I felt it through the bon