All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

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221~ You'll Have To Kill Me First

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe moment the word left his mouth, something inside me snapped. Omega. Not Zane. Not his name. Not the person who had clawed his way through pain and survived horrors that would have shattered most wolves beyond repair. Just… Omega. A label. A brand. A dismissal of everything he was. My fists clenched at my sides so tightly my knuckles burned white, nails biting deep into my palms until I felt the skin break. I didn't register the sting. All I felt was the sudden rush of heat flooding my chest, rising up my throat like wildfire consuming dry brush. "Stop calling him that, Father." My voice emerged low. Too controlled. Too restrained for the storm clawing at the inside of my ribs, desperate for release. My father frowned, leaning back slightly in his chair. He studied me like I'd just spoken in a language he didn't understand, his eyes narrowing with something between confusion and irritation. "And why shouldn't I?" he asked, his tone laced with somethin

222~ His Name Is Zane

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe words still hung in the air. "I'll rather die than let anything happen to him." Silence followed, but not the calm kind, not the peaceful kind. This was the sort of silence that pressed against your lungs, that made every breath feel heavier than the last. The torches along the walls flickered unevenly, their flames bending under the weight of tension coiling through the room. I didn't look away. Not from him. Not now. My father stared at me as though he no longer recognized what stood before him. As though something fundamental had shifted, and he couldn't process it. The man who had always seemed so certain, so unshakeable, now appeared almost vulnerable in his confusion. "Ronan…" The word emerged slowly, his voice no longer pure authority… something else threaded through it now. Something sharp. Something almost… unsettled. "What the hell has gotten into you?" I exhaled through my nose, dragging a hand across my face. The gesture betrayed my exhausti

223~ Zane Is Not A Disease

Ronan's Point Of ViewThe question hung between us like a blade suspended midair. "What… did you just say?" For a moment, I didn't answer. Not because I didn't know what to say. But because I knew exactly what it would do… the devastation it would unleash, the world it would shatter. I drew in a slow breath, my chest rising as I steadied myself—not to soften the truth, but to deliver it cleanly. Completely. Without hesitation. My heart hammered against my ribs, but my resolve remained unshaken. Then I looked him dead in the eye, and finished it. "He is my mate." The words landed. Heavy. Final. Unshakable. My father froze. Actually froze. Like something inside him had short-circuited, like the very foundation of his understanding had crumbled beneath his feet. Then slowly, his body sank back against the throne, as if his legs had suddenly lost their strength. His hand gripped the armrest tightly, knuckles paling as his gaze stayed locked on me. I watched the color drain from h

224~ Do To Them Whatever You Want

Ronan's Point Of ViewMy father's voice cut through the air, sharp and instinctive, like a blade drawn without thought. "That's impossible." I released a slow breath, feeling something shift inside me as I did. This time… I smiled. Not from amusement. From something far darker. Something that had been coiling tight in my chest since the moment I crossed the threshold into this room, building with every second of his dismissive stares and practiced authority. "It's very much possible, father." The words left my mouth with deliberate calm. The composure in my voice made his frown deepen, carving fresh lines into his weathered face. He shook his head again, more firmly this time, as though repetition alone possessed the power to bend reality back into something he could control, something that fit neatly into his understanding of how the world worked. "No," he said, the word directed more to himself than to me, as if speaking it aloud would make it true. "Alpha Kurt wouldn't lie to m

225: I'm Not Your Son

Ronan's Point Of View The heavy doors of the throne room thudded shut behind me, the sound echoing like a gavel. Final. Cold. I leaned my back against the stone wall, the chill of it seeping through my shirt, and just... breathed. My lungs felt like they’d been filled with lead for the last hour. I let out a sharp, jagged exhale that turned into a smirk before I could stop it. That was one hell of an interrogation. I’d walked in there a sacrificial lamb and walked out the one holding the blade. I shook my head, a dry, humorless chuckle rattling in my throat. My old man’s face... the way his "authority" just crumbled into dust when I brought up the wolfsbane. It was almost worth the years of bullshit. Almost. I pushed off the wall, straightening my jacket. My boots clicked against the marble as I headed for the grand staircase. I just wanted out. I wanted the smell of this place... that scent of old paper, polished wood, and stagnant power off my skin. "Ronan." The voice was sof

226~ Bury Him

Ronan's Point Of View I stood there in the hallway, the air between us vibrating with the force of my own confession. My mother’s face was a map of devastation, tears tracking through her expensive makeup, leaving grey streaks. "Please... please, son... please." Her voice cracked right in the middle, falling apart into something small and pathetic. "I want us to talk... I beg you." I stared at the carvings on the distant door, my pulse thudding in my neck. Each beat felt like a hammer hitting an anvil. "I'm not interested in your little talks," I muttered. I started to pull away, feeling the heavy friction of her silk dress against my skin, but she gripped harder. For a small woman, she had a hold like a trap. Like she could physically keep me from the life I’d built away from this mausoleum. "Son... please. Just a moment. Just give me a moment." "I said I'm not your son!" I turned then, the words tearing out of me, jagged and hot. She flinched as if I'd struck her. Her hands

227~ Damn Them All

The weight of the earth wasn't just physical. It was a living thing, a cold, heavy beast that pressed against my ribs until they felt like they'd snap like dry twigs. Every time I tried to draw a breath, I swallowed more grit, the dry taste of the "resilience pit" coating my throat until I was gagging in the dark. The darkness was absolute, suffocating in a way that had nothing to do with the lack of air. It was the kind of darkness that made you forget what light looked like, what warmth felt like.I was six. I was supposed to be reading about knights and their noble quests. Instead, I was becoming a ghost, a hollow thing buried beneath the indifference of those who should have protected me.I don't know how many hours passed. Time doesn't exist when you're buried under the soil of your own home. My lungs burned with each shallow, desperate attempt to breathe. My heart was a frantic, dying bird in my chest, slowing down as the oxygen ran out. The edges of my consciousness began t

228~ I'm Sorry, Ronan

Rita's Point Of View The heavy doors of the throne room hadn't merely shut; they had severed something vital and irreparable. I stood alone in the hallway, hands pressed against my mouth as if I could physically hold back the scream building in my chest, watching the empty space where my son had just been. The air remained cold from his departure, still vibrating with echoes of his voice… the voice of a stranger wearing my child's face. I shattered. My knees gave out first, hitting the marble with a sickening thud I barely registered. The physical pain meant nothing, a pinprick compared to the jagged, rusted blade twisting deeper into my chest with each ragged breath. A sob tore through my throat, raw and ugly, the animalistic sound of a mother who had realized too late that she had hollowed out her own child, carved away everything tender until only hardness remained. It ached. My throat felt like I'd swallowed glass, each breath scraping against the wounds my own wo

229~ That Young Man Completes Him

Rita's Point Of View The silence that followed my plea pressed down on me, crushing the very marrow in my bones. I remained there, slumped against the cold marble, my breath coming in short, pathetic hitches that made my chest ache. Each inhale felt like swallowing glass, sharp and unforgiving. Marcus's hands rested on my shoulders… firm, steady, the hands of an Alpha who believed he could still control the wreckage of our family. How desperately wrong he was. "Come, Rita," he murmured, his voice low as he tried to pull me toward the private wing. "You need to lie down. You're shaking. You will get sick if you stay on this cold floor." A jagged, watery laugh escaped my throat, dissolving into a cough that wracked my entire body. "Let me get sick," I spat, my voice raw and scraped, barely recognizable as my own. "Let me feel a fraction of the fever he endured when the wolfsbane rotted his system. Let me feel the chill he suffered in that pit." I pressed my palm against th

230~ I've Got You

Zane's Point Of ViewThe sheets felt like sandpaper against my skin. One minute I was drifting in that heavy, post-medication haze, and the next, my heart started thudding a rhythm that wasn't mine. It was fast. Erratic. Like a bird slamming against the bars of a cage.I turned onto my left side, huffing, tugging the duvet up to my chin. Then I flipped to my right. Nothing felt right. My skin felt too tight, my blood buzzing with an electric current that made my hair stand on end.Zane.The voice echoed in the caverns of my skull, deep and vibrating with an urgency that made my stomach drop."Fenrir?" I whispered into the dark of the room, my voice cracking. "What is it? Why are you awake?"Wake up, Zane. Properly. Now. My wolf’s voice was a low snarl of anxiety. Mate is troubled. He is drowning. I can feel self-harm coming from him. The bond is bleeding, Zane.I sat bolt upright, the movement so sudden my head spun. "What? How do you know? How can you tell?"I felt it through the bon

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