All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Zane's Point Of ViewI lay there on my side for what felt like an eternity, mesmerizing myself with the last wisps of that silver and gold mist as they sank through my skin. My chest felt tight, as though I'd swallowed a brick whole, but the frantic humming beneath my skin finally began to quiet. The crater around me held a complete, almost reverent silence. After a few minutes of tasting nothing but copper and mud on my tongue, I managed to push myself upright. My ribs gave a nasty little pop, and I winced hard, settling cross-legged in the middle of the churned dirt. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. "Well," I croaked, wiping a fresh streak of blood from my chin with the back of my hand, "that was completely awful." A heavy thud echoed behind me, vibrating through the ground. I didn't bother looking up as Fenrir's massive black paws came into view, followed by the dull, golden heat radiating off Daekan like waves from a furnace. They stopped right beside me, their pres

Zane's Point Of ViewMy lungs seized completely. I shook my head so violently my vision blurred, the room tilting on its axis as though the ground had dropped away beneath me. The edges of my sight went dark for a moment, and I had to grip the vanity to keep from collapsing. My fingers found the cool marble, anchoring me to something solid in a world that suddenly felt like it was dissolving. The word emerged as a breathless, ugly sound that scraped my throat raw. "No," I choked out. "No, no, no. That's impossible. You've lost your mind, Jake." "Celia…" The scream tore from my throat, my voice cracking as I slammed both palms onto the marble vanity. "No! Shut up and listen to me!" Glass bottles danced and clinked against each other, the delicate sound at odds with the fury roaring through my veins. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror… wild-eyed, desperate, unrecognizable.I barely recognized the woman looking back, her face contorted with rage and something darker, some

Celia's Point Of View"Why would you say that about yourself, Celia?" My mother's face twisted, worry etching deep lines around her mouth as she stepped closer. Her skin had gone pale, almost translucent in the morning light streaming through the tall windows. Her hands hovered in the air between us… she wanted to grab me, to shake sense into me, but something held her back. Perhaps she feared I might shatter completely, like porcelain dropped on stone. The concern in her eyes warred with something else: frustration, maybe even disappointment. "Your life isn't finished. You are the daughter of an Alpha. You have everything ahead of you." A wail tore from my throat, loud and ugly, echoing off the high stone walls like a wounded animal's cry. The sound didn't even feel like it came from me… it belonged to some broken creature I'd become. "You don't understand, mother! You don't understand a single thing!" My chest heaved with each word, my lungs burning as if I'd run for miles. "Ronan

Celia's Point Of View"What?" I gasped, the word catching in my dry throat like a shard of glass. "The Dark Sigen?" My knees buckled beneath me. I slid down the wall several inches before my trembling fingers caught the edge of the wood trim, splinters digging into my palms. The Dark Sigen. Every pup in the northern territories grew up hearing those stories around the fire… tales of dark forces, of old and corrupted things that crawled from the ancient borders when the moon went black. The evil ones.The kind of bedtime stories mothers whispered to keep their children from wandering past the watchtowers after nightfall. Stories I'd dismissed as folklore meant to frighten the young and gullible, nothing more than superstition wrapped in shadow. Yet here one stood, in my bedroom, as real as the floorboards beneath my feet. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack bone. This couldn't be happening. Things like this didn't happen to people like me… to the daugh

Zane's Point Of View"That's it," he purred, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always made my pulse spike. "That's the spark I want. Come on, baby. Show me what else you've got.""You asked for it," I growled, feeling something fierce and reckless unfurl in my chest. The fear was still there, but beneath it burned something hotter… determination, maybe, or pride. I refused to be the weak link, the liability, the one who needed constant protection.I scrambled up, my ribs aching with each breath. I focused on the blueprint, just like Fenrir said. Feel the skin. Fix the bruise. The dull ache in my chest receded with a weird, itchy tingle that was becoming almost familiar, almost natural. I lunged again, this time dropping low, sweeping my right leg out to take his ankles.Ronan jumped cleanly over my leg, but as he came down, I drove my elbow upward, aiming for his ribs with everything I had.CRACK.He blocked it with his forearm, but the sheer impact made the di