All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 381 - Chapter 390

Ronan"s Point Of ViewThe white went out of the world slowly, and I came back into myself one piece at a time, lying in the wreck of an obsidian pillar, and the first piece that came back was pain.Everything hurt. My back especially, a long bright stripe of it I didn't remember earning, and it took me too long to remember why, because remembering meant going back through the last minute, and the last minute was the Sigen Lord stopping the fight and kneeling down at the crimson altar like a man at prayer, and putting both hands flat on it, and every one of the thousands of red lines coming down out of the sky bending at once, all of them, funneling into him.The treasury. Spent in one withdrawal.I got an arm under myself and pushed, and rubble slid off my back, and somewhere across the wrecked throne room Zane was doing the same thing, hauling himself out of the crater his body had made in a pillar twice his height. The shockwave had picked us both up like weather. It hadn't even loo

Zane's Point Of ViewA cornered man should not smile. I have seen enough cornered men to know the faces they make, and none of them smile, and the Sigen Lord smiled at me from the edge of his own escape like a man arriving somewhere instead of leaving.So I looked for what he was looking at. And I found it.His gauntlet. The left one, raised half into the light of the seam behind him, and the black plate of it was wet. Dark and wet, smeared across the knuckles and into the joints, and my eye followed it down to my own leg before my mind caught up, to the gash along my thigh that had been bleeding freely since the fight went bad, the one I'd stopped noticing because there had been no time to notice anything.I had been bleeding this whole time. Onto the floor. Onto him, in the moments we'd spent tearing at each other.He had my blood on his hand. And the rift behind him was wider than it had been a minute ago, and it was drinking."You think you can defeat me?" The Sigen Lord laughed.

Blood on Alpha King Torin's broadsword had already dried sticky and black by the time the next wave of wraiths crashed against the royal shield line. His arms ached with a deep, bone-weary exhaustion that settled into his very marrow, and his shoulders screamed with every swing, yet he could not afford to feel any of it… not now, not while his son's life hung somewhere beyond the veil, in a realm he could not reach, could not protect. "Hold the line steady!" Torin roared, his voice shredded from hours of nonstop battle as he cleaved a shadow-beast from skull to chest. "The prince and his mate are still in the Siren realm! Buy them enough time! Give them every second they need!" Beside him, General Vane shoved a massive tower shield forward, locking steel with three charging Siren spearmen. Sweat mixed with blood ran down the general's weathered face, carving pale tracks through the grime, and his arms trembled from the strain of holding the line. He had fought beside Torin for thirt

Zane's Point Of View My vision blurred as hot, frantic tears stung the corners of my eyes. My heart hammered violently against my bandaged ribcage, every thump echoing like thunder in my ears. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Part of me was certain my mind had finally cracked under the weight of everything, conjuring ghosts out of desperation, stitching together a fantasy my shattered heart desperately needed. "Miles...?" I whispered again, my breath hitching in my throat. "Is it... is it really you?" Miles stood at the threshold, his frame illuminated by the pale morning light streaming through the arched windows. Dust motes drifted lazily through the beams around him, as if the room itself had slowed down to let the moment sink in. A soft, weary smile touched his lips, his dark eyes brimming with a quiet, overwhelming warmth. He gave a single, slow nod, as though he, too, needed a moment to steady himself before speaking, as though the weight of twelve long months presse

Zane's Point Of View My heart thumped against my bandaged chest so hard I thought my ribs would snap wide open. The echo of that ancient, resonant voice still vibrated through every thread of my spirit, turning my blood into hot, boiling liquid. I pressed a hand to my sternum, half expecting to feel the pulse of Daekan's presence beneath my skin like a second heartbeat. Everything around me seemed to blur at the edges, the sterile white walls of the medical wing fading into nothing as the weight of what I'd just heard settled over me like a physical force. I felt strangely untethered, as though the ground itself had shifted beneath me without warning, leaving me scrambling to find something solid to hold onto. 'What do you mean by that, Daekan?!' I screamed inside my head, clutching the front of Miles's jacket as my mind spun in wild, dizzying circles. 'I... I already have a mate and that's Ronan!''Quiet down, kid! You're making my head echo!' Daekan's voice rumbled deep inside my