Semua Bab Broken by One, Desired by All : Bab 231 - Bab 240

Zane's Point Of ViwThe icy water was relentless. It felt like a thousand needles stabbing through my thin shirt, pinning the fabric to my skin until I couldn't tell where the cotton ended and my shivering flesh began. But I didn't pull away. I couldn't. Not when Ronan needed me like this. Underneath the roar of the shower, I could hear the jagged, broken rhythm of Ronan's breathing. It was the sound of a man who had been fighting a war in his head for far too long, each ragged inhale a battle won, each exhale a surrender postponed. I kept my arms locked around him, my palms flat against his back, patting him in a slow, steady rhythm. Thump. Thump. Thump. I wanted my heartbeat to be his anchor, to tether him to this moment, to me. I wanted to pull him back before he drifted off into that dark place Fenrir had warned me about… the place where Alphas went when their minds fractured beyond repair. He's calming, Zane, Fenrir whispered, his voice finally losing that frantic, sharp edge

Zane's Point Of ViewThe cold water pounds down on us, but I can't feel it, not really. All I register is the heat of Ronan's body pressed against mine, the way his breath catches when I pull back just enough to whisper, "Did I do well?" My lips feel swollen, tender. My jaw aches from the way I'd taken him, my throat raw from the sounds he'd wrenched from me. The taste of him lingers on my tongue, salty and intoxicating, and I notice the way my body trembles… not from the cold, but from the intensity in his gaze. There's something vulnerable in asking, in needing his approval, and I hate how much I crave it. His smirk turns dark, predatory, his eyes burning into mine like he wants to devour me whole. "You did more than well, mate," he growls, his voice rough with possession. Then his hand tangles in my hair, yanking me up against him, our bodies crashing together. The water makes our skin slick, our chests sliding against each other as his mouth claims mine. The kiss is filthy, dee

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe morning sun cast a thin, pale gold light through the heavy curtains of my dorm, but it felt like a spotlight I wasn't ready for. I blinked, the grit of sleep still stinging my eyes. For a second, the weight of the previous day sat on my chest like a lead slab. The throne room. The dirt. The whip. Each memory sharp enough to draw blood. Then, I felt the warmth. I glanced down, and the air left my lungs for an entirely different reason. Zane was tucked firmly against my side, his head resting in the crook of my shoulder, his breathing deep and rhythmic. He looked so peaceful, so untouched by the jagged memories currently clawing at the back of my mind.The sight of him… swollen-lipped, messy-haired, and draped in my sheets, made my heartbeat, which usually felt like a war drum, finally settle into something normal. Something human. Something I'd almost forgotten I could be. I couldn't help myself. I leaned down, my lips grazing the soft, heated skin of his b

Lily's Point Of View"What did you do to Zane?"The pressure around my throat was absolute. My lungs felt like they were shrinking, collapsing inward, transforming into two dried-up husks inside my chest as I fought for a single, pathetic scrap of oxygen. I looked up at Ash, my vision swimming with dark, jagged spots that danced across his face like shadows.Each blink brought a fresh wave of dizziness, and with it, the terrible realization that this might be the end. This wasn't the man I had spent months dreaming about, the one whose smile had once made my heart skip. This was a monster… a cold, calculating predator who regarded me with more disgust than he would a parasite crawling across his skin. The transformation was complete, and I had no one to blame but myself. My eyes widened, and it wasn't just from the lack of air. A different kind of panic seized me, one born not of physical danger but of exposure. Why was he bringing him up? Why now, in this beautiful room with its pr

The door's slam reverberated through my skull like a gunshot, vibrating through the very marrow of my bones. I remained on the floor for a heartbeat, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches that made my bruised throat scream in protest. The silence that followed terrified me even more than Ash's voice had. It pressed down on me, heavy and expectant, as if the room itself waited for me to shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces. My hands trembled against the cold hardwood, fingers splayed wide as though seeking purchase on something solid, something real. I scrambled to my feet, movements frantic and uncoordinated, limbs refusing to obey my commands. My knees buckled twice before I found my balance. I bolted for the door, fingers trembling so violently I could barely slide the deadbolt home. The metallic click brought no comfort... only a hollow echo that mocked my futile attempt at safety. I moved to the windows next, slamming the heavy mahogany shutters closed and latchin