All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zane's Point Of View I froze.Miles’ words hit me like a thunderclap, louder than the pounding of my heartbeat or the distant echo of training dummies being slammed into the dirt by students somewhere beyond the trees. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the dense foliage surrounding the hidden training ground, bathing everything in a golden warmth that completely contradicted the icy paralysis I felt creeping through my limbs.Did he just say…?I blinked, breath hitching. My brain scrambled to catch up with what just happened.“You want to… pursue me?” I repeated, voice low, almost disbelieving.Miles didn’t flinch. He didn’t look away. His hazel eyes were steady… serious, but not forceful. There was no pressure in his gaze, just sincerity, and something else… vulnerability, maybe. A softness that didn’t match the powerful body still crouched in front of me from our last sparring move.“I do,” he said simply. “And I know I caught you off guard… but I mean it.”A gust of wi

Zane's Point Of View The warm light of the restaurant washed over me the moment we stepped inside, the air thick with the mingled scents of roasted meat, fresh bread, and something sweet and buttery from the dessert counter. Miles held the door open for me, his palm brushing my lower back… steady, grounding, but almost too steady. I could still feel the tight coil in my chest from earlier, the image of Ronan bending over that fragile, porcelain-looking Omega burned into my mind like a brand I couldn’t shake.We were shown to a table near the window. I took the seat facing away from the entrance, not because I didn’t want to know if Ronan came in, but because I did. If I saw him first, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from staring.Miles ordered for both of us, his voice easy and smooth with the waiter. “Two steaks… medium rare for me, medium for him,” he said, then glanced at me with a small smile. “And your strawberry tart. He’s got a sweet tooth he pretends not to have.”I almost

Zane's Point Of View The night air was thick around us, and I could feel every beat of my heart in my chest. Ronan’s presence was overwhelming, pressing me back against the cold stone wall with his body. The tension between us felt like it could snap in any second, and finally, after holding everything in for so long, my emotions erupted.I looked him in the eyes, my voice sharp, biting. “What does it matter to you, Ronan? Don’t you already have a fiancée? Why are you interfering with me?”He didn’t answer, but his hand on my wrist tightened slightly, holding me in place.I shoved at his chest, trying to break free, but it was useless. His grip was ironclad. My chest pressed against his, and the heat of him was maddening, suffocating. I swallowed, feeling the mix of anger, frustration, and something I didn’t want to admit.Ronan’s voice dropped low, almost a growl, and it reverberated against the stone walls. “I never thought of giving you up.”I let out a bitter laugh, rolling my ey

Zane's Point Of View Ronan’s jaw tightened, his expression unreadable for a moment. “You… don’t realize how dangerous that is, do you?”I shook my head slowly, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I do. But I also know what’s good for me. And right now… Miles is good for me.”Behind me, the faint sounds of the library — pages rustling, distant footsteps, the quiet hum of magic lingering in the air — were drowned out by the rapid thump of my heartbeat. The clash of emotions, the heat of confrontation, and the lingering warmth of Miles’ presence made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time.Ronan didn’t respond immediately. His eyes darkened, unreadable, yet I could sense the restraint, the control he was forcing himself to maintain. And though I stayed firm, I could feel the tension lingering, a silent battle fought in glances, postures, and the air between us.I swallowed, keeping my voice calm even as my pulse raced. “I’m not yours to control, Ronan. And I’m not anyone else’s

Miles’ Point Of View The rumble came first… deep, shuddering, like the belly of the library itself was growling in protest. Dust rained from the old vaulted ceiling, and the torches lining the walls flickered violently.I spun around just as the massive double doors crashed open.Black-clad figures stormed in, their hoods low, faces obscured, each one radiating an aura of corrupted magic that sent a cold ripple crawling up my spine.Lady Elaris’ voice snapped like a whip. “Intruders!” Her staff lifted in an elegant arc, already glowing with radiant runes.I didn’t think… I reacted on impulse. My own hands surged with sigils, fire sparking to life in my palm.“Stay away from him!” I roared, positioning myself between Zanebathed in the shimmering light of the inheritance ritual, and the incoming attackers.They moved fast. Spells cracked through the air, colliding in sparks and shrieks of raw energy. One of the men conjured a spear of shadow and hurled it directly toward the circle.“N