All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Ronan's Point Of ViewZane's eyes widened to the size of saucers, his breath hitching audibly in his throat. The color drained from his face, leaving him pale and trembling, and I watched his pupils dilate with pure fear. "Your pack? Like... where your father is? The Alpha King?" His voice cracked on the title, making it thin and reedy with terror. I could smell the sharp spike of anxiety rolling off him in waves. "Ronan, I'm a hybrid. The council lords there literally hate my bloodline. They've spent centuries trying to wipe us out. They're going to…" "They're not doing anything," I snapped, stepping forward and cutting him off mid-sentence. The protective fury that surged through me was almost overwhelming, Fenrir growling his vicious agreement deep in my chest, demanding I shield our mate from all threats. I didn't give Zane a choice or time to argue; I simply leaned down, hooked one arm under his thighs and the other behind his back, and lifted him into a secure cradle carry. His

Zane's Point Of Vie"Cleanse the land?" The words scraped from my throat, my voice fracturing so badly it sounded like a dry twig snapping beneath someone's boot. I looked from the King's massive, unblinking face to Ronan, whose profile might have been chiseled from granite. Every muscle in his jaw was taut, locked in place as if he were bracing himself against a storm. "But I've done nothing to them! Literally nothing! What crime have I committed? I've spent the last three years just trying not to get expelled and making sure I don't accidentally scald my tongue on hot tea!" The absurdity of my own words hit me even as they left my mouth. Ronan's father released a long, heavy breath through his nose that rumbled deep in his chest like distant thunder. The sound reverberated through the throne room, making the very air feel heavier. "That is precisely the point, boy. You did nothing. But your powers carry tremendous weight." He leaned forward slightly, and the movement seemed to sh

Zane's Point Of ViewThe heavy iron doors of the throne room groaned shut behind the departing council elders, settling into the floorboards with a finality that left a thick, ringing silence in their wake. Those ancient lords had shuffled out in a cluster of whispered conspiracies and sidelong glances that made my skin crawl with unease. Now, only the three of us remained in the cavernous, drafty chamber. The Alpha King said nothing for a long, tense minute. He stood there, towering over us like a mountain carved from stone, his piercing gaze fixed on where Ronan's hand still clung to my waist, as though he feared I might vanish if he loosened his grip even slightly. At last, his father released a low, rough grunt. "Be prepared," he said, his voice dropping into that deep, flat gravel that sent cold shivers through the stones beneath my oversized boots. "The guards are already preparing the lower cavern. Don't waste the afternoon pacing." He paused, his eyes lingering on me for a

Caroline's Point Of ViewThe gravel beneath my boots produced an annoying, uneven crunch with every step, matching the scattered rhythm of my thoughts perfectly. I walked down the narrow training tracks behind the main campus buildings, the sun blazing against the back of my neck, yet my gaze never settled on the path ahead. My mind was elsewhere… spiraling through worst-case scenarios I couldn't quite shake. Charlie walked beside me, hands buried deep in his pockets, looking far too relaxed for someone whose best friends had just vanished completely. His human scent… so quiet compared to the wolves around here, carried notes of leather, faint ink, and laundry soap. Usually, it grounded me, pulled me back from the edge of whatever anxiety threatened to consume me. Today, though, it only made me more restless, more aware of how little control I had over any of this. The normalcy of his presence felt almost mocking when everything else had tilted sideways. My boots suddenly skidded t

Zane's Point Of ViewIt had been exactly a week since we came here, and honestly, my head was still spinning. We were stuck deep inside Ronan's territory… in the massive, stone-heavy packhouse that smelled constantly of woodsmoke, old leather, and far too much aggressive Alpha energy. During this entire week, I hadn't even had a second to just sit down and process anything. The pack's elder seers… three incredibly old, wrinkly women who wore heavy silver robes and smelled like dried sage, had been dragging me down to the lower shrines every single morning. They'd spent hours chanting in some ancient dialect that gave me a headache, burning weird, oily herbs that made my eyes water, and performing all these intense rituals to forcibly open my dormant magical pathways.Every time they pushed their spirit energy into my chest, it felt like a bunch of tiny firecrackers popping right under my collarbone, all to prepare my human body for the sheer weight of the mating ceremony. The pain w