All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Zane's Point Of ViewRonan released a dark, gravelly chuckle against my mouth, his breath hot and thick with pure Alpha arousal… musky and intoxicating enough to make my head spin. He didn't pull away. Instead, he stared down at me, his amber eyes burning like coals in the moonlight, pupils blown wide with a hunger that seemed to consume everything else. The intensity of his gaze made my breath catch, as if he could see straight through to my very soul. "Since when did you become this greedy for my cock, little mate?" he murmured, his voice rough as sandpaper. His thumb traced a possessive circle over my hip bone, the calloused pad digging into my skin, branding me with his touch. The deliberate slowness of the gesture made my pulse race. "Hmm? When did you turn into such a needy little slut for it?" Heat flooded my face instantly, making my skin burn hotter than the water surrounding us. I reached out and slammed my palm against his thick, corded shoulder, though my trembling finge

Zane's Point Of ViewRonan didn't pull away. His teeth remained buried in my neck, his body crushing me against the boulder as pain seared through me. This wasn't just a bite… it was a brand, a claim, and it burned like hellfire coursing through every nerve. "Fuck… Ronan… It hurts! It hurts! Please…" The scream tore from my throat, my voice breaking as agony radiated through my veins, my skin feeling as though it was being stripped away layer by layer. My fingers clawed desperately at his arms, my nails digging in as I begged for relief, for mercy, for anything to make it stop. The rational part of my mind knew this was necessary, but my body screamed in protest, every instinct demanding escape. Against my neck, Ronan's voice emerged as a dark, possessive growl, his fangs still embedded deep in my flesh. "Mine," he snarled, his breath scorching against my skin. "You're mine, Zane. All of you. Every inch. Every breath. Every fucking moan." His grip tightened mercilessly, his body pin

Zane's Point Of View My chest felt hollow, as though someone had carved out everything vital and left only an empty shell. The breath caught halfway up my throat as I gaped at her. The stars in her crown pulsed with their own rhythm, casting tiny, sharp silver glints across my translucent knuckles. "It's... it's really you?" The words scraped out of me, tasting like absolute dust on my tongue. My voice cracked with disbelief. "Like, the actual, real-deal Selene? I'm not just having a massive hallucination because my brain melted from Ronan's venom?" The Moon Goddess released a soft, low sound that wasn't quite a laugh, but it made the entire white void feel ten degrees warmer. The tension in my shoulders eased slightly at that sound… something about it felt almost maternal, familiar in a way I couldn't quite place. It reminded me of my father's gentle reassurance when I'd wake from childhood nightmares, that same cadence of comfort that promised everything would be okay. She shoo

Zane's Point Of ViewI swallowed the huge, dry lump in my throat and forced my translucent, floating legs to move forward. My knees hit the invisible white floor right in front of her shimmering silver gown, the hem of her dress rippling like liquid moonlight as it pooled around my see-through hands. I bent my head down, my breath coming in short, uneven hitches as I waited, wondering if this was truly happening or if my oxygen-starved brain had finally snapped. The uncertainty gnawed at me, making my ghostly form tremble. The Moon Goddess leaned forward. Slowly, she placed her luminous, pale hand directly onto the top of my head. The gesture was tender, almost motherly, and something inside me cracked at the gentleness of it. The second her fingertips made contact with my hair, an incredible surge of warmth entered me. I braced myself automatically, squeezing my eyes shut because I expected that awful, searing, skin-peeling fire from before, but it didn't come. This was completely

Zane's Point Of ViewTwo weeks. Exactly fourteen days had passed since I woke in that massive, ridiculously spacious bedroom with Ronan hovering over me like a frantic guard dog. Fourteen days since I stood face-to-face with the Moon Goddess herself in an endless void of white nothingness, learning that my entire existence served as some cosmic junction point for a war that could wipe out the world. Honestly? It still felt like a complete, absurd dream. Every morning, I woke beneath heavy, plush fur blankets, blinked at the unfamiliar dark oak beams on the ceiling, and for a solid ten seconds, my brain tried to convince me I was just a regular, clumsy half-blood student sleeping in the cramped, drafty dorms at the Academy. But then I'd roll over, and my face would press against Ronan's broad, bare chest. The heat radiating from him blazed like a furnace, and that deep, heady scent of pine, rain, and raw Alpha authority would fill my nose, dragging me back to reality. Back to this s