All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Zane's Point Of ViewThe latch on the heavy oak door clicked into place with an awful, solid thud, and silence flooded the room. Too quiet. The only sound remaining was that wet, horrible rattling emanating from Ronan's throat each time his chest hitched. It sounded as though he were breathing through shards of broken glass, each inhalation a struggle against something dark and terrible eating him from within. I stood at the foot of the bed, my boots glued to the floor. My mind spun in circles like a wheel stuck in mud… completely blank, unable to gain traction. Where was I even supposed to start? I'd never attempted anything like this before. I was just a student, a hybrid who could barely keep his own wolf from spiraling into madness, and now someone expected me to repair a collapsing Alpha core? The weight of that responsibility pressed down on my shoulders like iron chains, each link forged from the lives depending on my success. I took two shaky steps forward until my knees bum

The heavy, iron-scented air inside the private medical ward thickened until it felt almost suffocating as the two boys clung to each other. Zane pressed his forehead hard against Ronan's good shoulder, his entire frame shaking with those deep, messy, unpolished sobs that erupt when adrenaline finally drains from your system and leaves you feeling utterly hollow. He didn't care that his uniform was stiff with dried dirt and someone else's blood. He didn't care that his knuckles were raw from clenching them so hard his skin had split. All that mattered was the solid, rhythmic thumping of Ronan's heart against his chest… a sound that, only ten minutes ago, had stopped completely. The silence of that moment still echoed in Zane's mind, a void more terrifying than any darkness he'd ever known. He could still feel the phantom emptiness of Ronan's chest beneath his palms, the awful stillness that had made his own heart seize with panic. "You're a fool," Zane choked out, his voice cracking

Zane's Point Of ViewRonan didn't move. He didn't even blink. He went completely, utterly rigid beneath me, his whole body locking up as though I'd struck him across the jaw with a silver tray. For a second, the only thing moving in the entire room was the dust motes floating lazily through that streak of sunlight by the bed. His large fingers, which had been gently tracing my hip, clamped down tight, digging into my skin through the sweatpants with an intensity that bordered on painful. Slowly, he pulled his head back against the pillow, his neck muscles straining as he stared up at me. Those gold eyes were completely blown out, looking utterly bewildered, as if he'd forgotten how to read his own name. I watched his pupils dilate, then contract, struggling to focus on my face. The confusion there was almost comical, if it hadn't been so achingly vulnerable. "What..." He cleared his throat, his deep voice cracking on the syllable, sounding like dry gravel kicked down a well. His Ada

Ronan's Point Of ViewZane’s ears went that bright, furious shade of pink again, his gaze darting down to my bare chest before flickering back up to my eyes, trying to hide how much he was shaking. "You're... you're still completely naked too, you know. And you're getting heavy, Ronan. Like, seriously heavy.""Good," I growled, shifting my hips forward just an inch, pressing the thick, rigid heat of my length right against the soft, sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The tip was already slick with pre-cum, glistening as it dragged against his skin, leaving a wet trail in its wake. He let out a sharp, trembling gasp, his legs automatically opening a little wider for me, his heels dragging against the tangled sheets while his fingers dug into the thick muscles of my shoulders, his nails biting crescents into my flesh."I want you to feel exactly how heavy I am. I want you to feel what you do to me, little mate." My voice was rough, gravelly, the words vibrating against his skin as I le

Ronan's Point Of ViewI looked down at the top of Zane's head, my heart still thudding against my ribs, but the rhythm had completely changed. It wasn't the heavy, lazy thumping from just making love anymore. Now it was sharp. Panicked. Each beat felt like a warning drum in my chest, signaling danger I couldn't yet see. Zane had already dozed off completely, his face pressed sideways against my collarbone, one hand still loosely clutching a fistful of my hair. He was utterly spent, breathing through his mouth with this tiny, faint snore that usually made me chuckle. The sound was so innocent, so trusting, it made my chest ache with a fierce protectiveness that bordered on pain. Here he was, vulnerable and exposed, trusting me to keep him safe while he slept. The weight of that trust settled over me like a mantle. But my jaw was set so tight my teeth ground together, the muscle jumping beneath my skin. No longer safe?What the hell did my father mean by that? The academy was suppose