All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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71~ Let Me Help You Detoxify

Zane's Point Of View My breath caught, ragged. My thoughts twisted into one truth, brutal and unshakable: I could never watch Ronan die. Not when I could help. I didn’t retreat. My boots dug into the dirt like roots, locking me in place. His crimson eyes flickered up to mine, desperate and furious all at once, like a man chained inside his own body. And for the first time, I saw it. The depth of his struggle. The unbearable restraint, stretched thin until it looked like it might shatter. His control was crumbling right in front of me, and I could feel the weight of it pressing against my chest, heavy, suffocating. He was holding back because of me. My jaw tightened. That thought was like glass in my throat. I swallowed it down anyway and forced myself forward. I crouched down, close enough to hear the ragged edges of his breathing, close enough to see the way his hands trembled as he clenched the dirt, as if gripping the earth was the only thing keeping him from lashing out. He gr

Last Updated : 2025-09-13

72~ We're Just Getting Started

Zane's Point Of View His words tore right through me… ‘I will never let you go again,’ and something inside me cracked open. My arms moved on their own, hooking hard around his neck. His skin was hot, damp with sweat, and I yanked him down until our chests smashed together.I tilted my head, licked the corner of his lips, tasting salt, tasting him, then dragged my mouth lower until my tongue hit his neck. His pulse hammered there, wild, furious, and I sucked at it like I could pull the storm out of him.“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered against that throbbing vein, my voice wrecked, shaking but sure. Then I shoved my mouth back to his, kissed him deep, greedy.He groaned right into me, low, guttural, vibrating through my chest. When he pulled back just enough to smirk, it was sharp, feral, his crimson eyes gleaming. His voice came out hoarse, shredded, “Don’t regret this.”I couldn’t answer. My mouth was too busy crashing back into his, teeth clashing, lips bruising. Every kiss w

Last Updated : 2025-09-15

73~ This Will Hurt

Zane's Point Of View “We’re just getting started.”My chest heaved, every inhale a struggle under the weight of him. He tore his shirt over his head in one brutal yank, muscles flexing, sweat gleaming under the dim light. His skin was flushed, veins standing out, his chest rising and falling like he’d been running for miles.Then his hands caught my wrists… fast, rough, and slammed them above my head against the mattress. His fingers locked tight around them, pinning me so hard I couldn’t move. My pulse roared in my ears, panic and lust knotted together, sharp and dizzying.“Ronan…” My voice cracked, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t.He leaned down, lips brushing my ear, voice rough, guttural. “This will hurt.”My throat tightened, but I nodded, breath ragged. “Go on.”His growl vibrated against my neck, animalistic, and then he shoved his last barrier down… pants and underwear ripped clean off me, tossed somewhere I didn’t care about. His cock, hot and hard, pressed against me, th

Last Updated : 2025-09-16

74~ Just The Warmth Of Him

Zane's Point Of View I sobbed into his kiss, muffled screams vibrating against his tongue. My wrists strained under his grip, frustration boiling in my chest. I wanted to hold him, claw at him, anchor myself to something, but I couldn’t. My hands were trapped, my body writhing, nothing to clutch onto but the burning weight of him pounding me down.“R-Ronan… ahhh… please.” My scream cracked, raw, desperate.“Fuck… yes you can.” His groan tore out of him, guttural, his hips slamming harder, faster. “You’ll take it… you’ll take all of me.”His cock throbbed inside me, but he didn’t finish. He held himself there, dragging it out, pounding through the need instead of giving in. The poison burned in him, I could feel it, every thrust frantic, desperate, but he refused release, refused to stop.“Fuck, Ronan… ahhh… you’re… you’re killing me.” I screamed, my head tossing back, my voice echoing loud.My body bucked beneath him, every nerve screaming for relief, but he wouldn’t let me have it.

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

75~ I'd Rather Walk Away First

Zane's Point Of View But my brain wouldn’t shut up. It never does. Behind the haze of heat and relief, ugly thoughts crawled up, uninvited. His clan. His duty. And her… his fiancée.The word alone was like ice water in my veins.My chest tightened. I broke the kiss suddenly, pulling back, my breath ragged.Ronan blinked, dazed for a moment, then his gaze sharpened, confusion flickering across his golden eyes. “Zane…?” His voice was hoarse, gentle in a way that didn’t fit him. “What… what’s wrong?”I shook my head quickly, but the knot in my throat wouldn’t budge. I sat up, ignoring the way his arm reached for me, and forced myself out of the sheets. My legs felt shaky, my thighs aching from the night before, but I bent down anyway, picking up my torn shirt, pulling it over my head with trembling hands.“Zane,” Ronan’s voice sharpened, panic seeping in. The mattress shifted as he sat up, watching me like he didn’t understand. “Why are you… where are you going?”I didn’t answer right aw

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

76~ That's Everything

Zane's Point Of View “Do it first,” I said, my voice low, rough, leaving no room for argument. “Then we’ll talk.” And I didn’t wait for his answer. I wrenched the door open and stepped out before he could reach for me again. The hallway outside felt colder, like the air itself was punishing me for leaving warmth behind. My legs protested with every movement. My thighs, my back, hell, even my shoulders… they all throbbed, raw reminders of the night I’d surrendered to him. Each step stretched skin too sensitive, muscles too overused. It felt like I was carrying his fingerprints under my skin, burning from the inside out. I told myself I hated it. That I hated him for doing this to me. That I hated myself more for letting it happen. It meant nothing, I said in my head, firm, like spitting nails. But Fenric, my wolf, didn’t buy it. His growl tore through the back of my mind, deep, stubborn, full of defiance. ‘Nothing? You call that nothing? You gave yourself to him, and he gave hims

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

77~ I'd Prove I belonged Here

Zane's Point Of ViewThe crowd swelled with noise, feeding on itself, laughter echoing against the high walls, bouncing back until it felt like the entire building was alive, laughing at me, mocking me. My steps sounded too loud against the floor, every footfall like a drumbeat announcing the half-blood freak who didn’t belong here.“Look at his face… like he’s about to cry.”“Does he ever do anything right?”“Bet he won’t last another trial.”“Pathetic. Always dragging behind.”Their voices snapped and cut, some low, some shouted, all of them digging into me like claws. I kept walking. One step, then another. My pulse pounded in my ears, hot, relentless. My throat was thick, like I’d swallowed ash.Fenric growled again, sharper this time. “You let them laugh. You let them spit on you. Weak. Let me out… I’ll rip the sound from their throats.”“No.” My jaw locked. I didn’t move my lips, didn’t dare give them more reason to point and laugh.And then… voice cut through the noise. Quiet.

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

78~ Trial Of The Mind

Zane's Point Of View The corridor swallowed us whole.Stone stretched on forever, walls damp and breathing cold against the skin, every step echoing back like the place wanted to remind us just how small we were. The torches burned weakly, smoke curling like fingers reaching for our throats. Nobody spoke at first. Not out of respect. Out of fear.The instructors marched at the front, their cloaks whispering against the floor, staffs clicking with every measured step. We followed like sheep into the slaughterhouse, though some of us pretended not to notice. Some smirked, some straightened their spines, some shifted nervously like their boots had grown thorns.I just kept walking. Heart hammering, but chin high. If I let it show, if I let one crack slip, Alisa would drink it like wine and Mark would wear it like a crown.The corridor spat us out into a vast chamber.And gods… It was like stepping into the belly of something alive.The walls were carved stone, yes, but every inch of the

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

79~ I Am Not Yours To Break

Zane's Point Of ViewThe darkness didn’t stay empty. It only bled into shape. Into something worse.I staggered, clutching my chest, blood still warm on my tongue. My knees buckled, but I forced myself up… only for the world to shift again.And then I saw him.Miles.He was on the ground, his uniform torn open, a jagged wound splitting through his chest. The blood… gods, there was so much blood, spread across the white stone beneath him, bright and merciless. His fingers twitched, shaking, smeared red as they reached for me.“Zane…” His voice broke on my name. Fragile. Fading.My stomach lurched. No. No, not this.I stumbled forward, hands out, desperate to catch his before it fell limp. “No… no, don’t… Miles, don’t you dare.”He coughed, blood flecking his lips, eyes fluttering shut. “You… should’ve been stronger.”The words ripped through me sharper than any blade.“No, please, stop,” I begged, knees cracking against the stone as I dropped down beside him. My hands pressed against h

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

80~ First To Breakthrough

Zane's Point Of View“I…” My head rose, eyes burning, throat raw. “Am not…”I stood. Fully. Shaking, bloody, trembling like a newborn deer, but upright.“YOURS…” My voice rose, breaking into a snarl, echoing against the darkness.“To break!!!”The shout tore out of me, guttural and hoarse, ripping up through my chest like a blade. It shook the illusions; shadows recoiled, whispers shrieked, faces blurred.I stood there, fists clenched, blood dripping, chest heaving, my whole body trembling, but upright.And for the first time since it began, the darkness wasn’t pressing down. It was backing away.Their faces wouldn’t leave me… Ash, his smile warped into something cruel, jagged. Ronan, eyes flat, mouth curled in that silent rejection I’d never been able to shake. And Miles… Miles’ face dripping red, twisted with something halfway between sorrow and mockery.They hovered there in the shifting dark, shadows dripping from them like tar, laughter echoing… thin, sharp, gnawing at my ears. I

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

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