All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Celia's Point Of View"No," I whispered, shaking my head so hard my tangled hair whipped against my wet cheeks."No, that's impossible. You're lying to me. Zane can't be alive. The Seventh Seat can't be dead. He's very powerful! I saw him in the forest, I saw the black light on his fingers! He was like a shadow itself! What do you mean by weak and pathetic Zane survived it, and the Seventh Seat is dead? That's nonsense. It's impossible!" My own voice sounded foreign to me, high and cracked, a stranger's panic wearing my throat. The hooded figure didn't flinch. He didn't shift his weight from one foot to the other. He just stood there, patient as a tombstone, the green light from the floorboards making the edges of his dark robes look like rotten moss. Even the silence he kept felt deliberate, as though my hysteria was something he had witnessed a hundred times before and found tediously familiar. I searched for some hint of a face beneath that hood, some flicker of eyes or mouth tha

Zane's Point Of ViewMy nose was buried in the collar of her linen dress. I breathed in hard, my ribs aching from the pressure. She felt solid. Heavy. Real. Her fingers dug right into the leather of my vest, twisting the laces, gripping me like I'd slide off a cliff if she let go. I could feel her heartbeat hammering against my chest, too fast, like she was still afraid I might vanish if she loosened her grip even a little. "I only saw you when you were a baby, Zane," she whispered against my ear. She pulled back just an inch, her palms slapping flat against my cheeks. Her thumbs swiped at the tears stinging my eyes. "The day I gave birth to you. That was the last time I held your feet. You had this tiny tuft of black hair right at the crown, and your ears... they kept twitching every time the nurse moved the water basin." "Why did you leave me?" The words jumped out before I could block them. I sounded like a stupid kid. Like the seven-year-old who used to sit on the borderlands b

Zane's Point Of ViewMy knees didn't want to straighten. The back of my neck was still sweating from that memory… from watching her skull split on the rocks and hearing my father curse the rain. The image wouldn't let go of me, even here. "Get up," she said. Her voice didn't have that soft, nursery rhythm anymore. It was flat. Like a stone hitting a frozen pond. "We don't have time for you to sit there and cry about the past, Zane. Your core is a total mess. It looks like a cracked glass bottle held together with old string. If you go back into your body like this, the next minor Sigen grunt you meet will turn you into grease." I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, leaving a smear of dirt and spit on my knuckles. "Brutal. Thanks, Mom. Really loving the family reunion so far." "You want nice, go back to the Alpha Prince and let him feed you burnt tarts," she shot back, her green eyes narrowing as she stepped right into my space. She didn't look like a ghost anymore. She looked l

Zane's Point Of ViewThere was everything. Roast fowl swimming in a thick, golden honey glaze, warm berry tarts that didn't have a single dark edge on the crust, cold goat's milk in a sweating pitcher, fresh-squeezed citrus juice that smelled like the southern orchards, and three different baskets of sliced winter melons, apples, and sweet figs. The whole tray gave off a warm, sugary smell that made my stomach growl embarrassingly loud, betraying just how empty three days of sleep had left me. "Eat," Ronan said, his voice flat and unyielding as he lifted the heavy tray and plopped it right across my lap, nearly pinning my knees to the mattress. "Are you insane?" I laughed, a short, sharp bark that made my chest hum with that new golden current. "There's enough food here to feed the entire third squad after a border run. Look at this juice. It's still cold. You actually had them carry ice up from the lower cellars for this?" "I told the cook if the bread was stale or the meat was dr

Caroline's Point Of View"Celia is still down in the dungeons back home," I said, picking at a loose thread on the couch cushion, unable to look at him while I said it. The words tasted strange in my mouth, heavier than I expected. "My dad has her under high-security guard. Double iron bars, suppression cuffs, the whole nine yards. He doesn't take chances anymore, not after what happened." Charlie snorted, a sharp, ugly sound that carried more weight than actual laughter. "Good. She deserves it. Let her rot in there." "I mean, look, I get it," I muttered, leaning my head back against his shoulder, feeling the tension in him even through the fabric of his shirt. His muscles were rigid, wound tight like a spring waiting to snap, and I found myself absently wondering how long he'd been carrying that anger without saying anything."She liked Ronan. They were literally engaged to be married. The whole pack had already bought the ceremonial robes, the banquet was planned, everything. Then