All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

Zane's Point Of View"The whole world can burn. Just stay with me," Ronan murmured against my skin, his chest pressing down hard on mine, making the dirt shift beneath us. I couldn't answer him. My throat constricted, choked by everything he hurled at me… the weight of his alpha soul, the searing heat of his hands, all of it crashing over me in waves.I simply nodded, locking my fingers into the loops of his leather training vest, gripping him as though he were the only thing anchoring me to the earth. As though releasing him would send me floating away into nothing. But the reality of what we faced didn't vanish just because he kissed me until my brain turned to mush in the courtyard. The world kept spinning. The danger kept growing. And I knew, deep in my bones, that our stolen moments of peace were numbered. Every single night after that day became a living, breathing hell. A whole month crawled by. Four weeks of relentless, agonizing training that left me raw and exhausted, my

Zane's Point Of ViewRonan chuckled, a low, rumbling vibration against my back as he slowly lowered me onto the soft grass. The second my boots touched the dirt, my knees buckled instantly, my thighs trembling like jelly. I swayed to the left, balance abandoning me completely. "Woah, hey," Ronan said, his huge hands catching my waist, pulling me back against his solid chest. The warmth of his body steadied me even as my legs refused to cooperate. His breath ghosted warm against my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "I've got you. Careful, little mate." "My legs are literally gone," I muttered, my voice sounding wrecked and breathy. I rested my forehead against his shoulder for a moment, trying to stop the world from spinning. The scent of him… cedar and clean sweat, filled my lungs, grounding me even as my heart still hammered against my ribs from what we'd just done. My pulse thrummed in my ears, a reminder of how thoroughly he'd undone me. "You're a menace, you kn

Zane's Point Of ViewI let out a rough, breathless chuckle, shaking my head as white-hot celestial sun-flares danced higher around my knuckles. The heat licked at my skin, familiar and fierce, almost comforting in its intensity. "I should join you? Wow. Truly an enticing offer," I said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. "But my answer is a solid no. And honestly, if you think I'm going down that easily, you're completely mistaken." The cloaked figure didn't flinch at my rejection. He simply nodded, the deep fabric of his hood folding over the movement with an unsettling calm that made my skin crawl. Something about his stillness felt wrong, predatory. "Yes... yes, that's the spirit. Good," he murmured, his tone almost appreciative. "Because it would have been a massive shame if I had killed you without a proper fight. This way, at least you get to die with some semblance of honor." "Oh, how generous of you," I spat, my boots digging harder into Elara's scorched rug as I maintain

Zane's Point Of ViewThe silver blade descended in a swift, lethal arc, aimed directly at my throat. My brain had no time to process the danger, but my body… honed by a month of brutal training in the midspace, reacted on pure survival instinct. I threw my weight violently to the side, my shoulder slamming hard into the jagged stone. SKRRT. The dagger's jagged edge missed my throat, but it tore through the front of my shirt, carving deep across my collarbone and down my chest. "AGHHH!" The scream tore from my throat, the sound foreign to my own ears - raw and desperate in a way I'd never heard myself before. This was no ordinary cut. It didn't burn like fire or sting like a regular blade. The moment that silver metal touched my skin, it felt like liquid dry ice being injected directly into my bloodstream. A sickening, freezing numbness spread from the wound, crawling down my ribs like invasive frost and instantly short-circuiting my celestial fire. The white sun-flares around my f

Ronan's Point Of ViewCelia stumbled backward so quickly her heels snagged on the edge of the long runner rug. She nearly toppled, her hands shooting out to brace herself against the frigid stone wall. Her eyes widened, brimming with tears that threatened to carve streaks through the thick powder caking her cheeks. "I just wanted to talk to you, Ronan!" The words ripped from her throat, cracking as they bounced down the empty vaulted corridor. Each syllable carried the weight of her desperation. "I'm not fighting with you. I swear I'm not." Her voice dropped to something raw and pleading, stripped of all pretense. "I promise never to bother Zane again. I promise, on my soul, on my pack's name! Just please... please just listen to me for five minutes." I offered no response. I simply stood there, hands tucked loosely into the pockets of my leather training vest, my posture deliberately casual. My expression remained unchanged… not a flicker, not the slightest shift in my features. I