All Chapters of Broken by One, Desired by All : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Zane's Point Of ViewI stood rooted to the spot, my boots feeling as though they'd been glued into the dirt. Battle formation? He wanted a battle formation? My mind went utterly blank. My brain scrambled backward through every defense class I'd ever endured at the Academy, desperately trying to recall how the instructors had positioned us when facing down a giant, terrifyingly powerful werewolf. Slowly, awkwardly, I shifted my weight. I dropped my hips, brought my fists up to shield my face, and spread my feet apart - exactly as we did during the Monday morning spars in the gym. I tried to appear tough, to make my shoulders look broader than they were. The stance felt hollow, performative. Even as I held the pose, doubt crept through my muscles like ice water, freezing my confidence from the inside out. The Alpha didn't even flinch. He simply stared at my stance for three agonizing seconds, his eyes tracking from my raised hands down to my shaky knees. Then he released this massive,

Zane's Point Of View"You'll teach me?" I muttered, dropping the towel onto my lap and staring blankly at the dark floorboards. My mind raced through the logistics, trying to make sense of what they were proposing. "But how? I mean, logistically, how is that even supposed to work? You are literally both stuck inside my chest right now. It's not like you can just step out, grab a wooden sword, and spar with me in the living room." A massive, incredibly heavy sigh echoed through my skull, followed by the mental image of Daekan pinching the bridge of his nose in pure exhaustion. I could practically feel his disappointment radiating through our shared connection. ‘You are truly hopeless, boy,’ Daekan's smooth, elegant voice sneered, the ancient gold light in my core flaring with irritation. 'We might be sharing a physical vessel with you, but that does not mean we are trapped or blind. We are still both completely separate, ancient entities. We are merely tethered to your mortal soul by

Zane's Point Of ViewMy fist hovered a split second from shattering his nose when the copy's eyes blazed a blinding, radioactive gold. Before my knuckles could connect, the air between our faces hardened into a solid wall of compressed wind. My fist struck the invisible barrier with a dull thwack, the sheer vibration rattling up my elbow and loosening the teeth in my gums. Pain shot through my wrist, sharp and immediate, but I refused to pull back. Stubbornness had always been my greatest strength and my worst weakness. The copy snarled, his voice raw with desperation, "Get off me!" He didn't just push me… he detonated his aura. A shockwave of pure silver Lycan pressure erupted from his skin, slamming into my stomach like a horizontal log. The blast lifted me completely off him, sending me flying backward through the misty garden air.I flipped over twice, disoriented and gasping, the world spinning in a blur of green and gray. My hands scraped blindly through the wet grass until I

Zane's Point Of ViewThe following day brought a familiar rhythm: grueling training sessions under the scorching sun with the Alpha, followed by nocturnal combat against my own reflection. Each night, I faced that clone wielding ten percent of my power… a manageable opponent by now, yet one that demanded my full attention and tested the limits of my growing abilities. This pattern persisted for three days, each battle honing my instincts and sharpening my reflexes until the movements became almost second nature. On the fourth night, everything changed. The clone materialized before me in the misty garden, now amplified to fifteen percent of my strength. The air itself seemed to thicken with menace as we circled each other, predator and prey in one. His movements were sharper, more calculated, and when I managed to clip him, he didn't just stumble; he countered with a viciousness that left my ribs aching for hours after I woke up, the phantom pain bleeding into my waking world. But

Zane's Point Of View"This is where it ends," the clone whispered. He stood over me with the certainty of an executioner, raising his right hand to form a final, massive sphere of golden fire directly above my head. Even from feet away, the heat made my skin prickle with warning. "Twenty-four hours in the dark, original. Sleep well." I looked up at him through the blood dripping into my eyes, each drop blurring my vision further. My body was completely broken… a catalog of injuries I could barely process through the pain. My left arm hung useless at my side, my ribs lay shattered beneath bruised flesh, and my leg poured blood into the dirt in a steady, terrifying stream. “Look at the grass, Zane,” Fenrir's voice suddenly echoed from the edge of the woods, his tone carried an urgency I'd rarely heard from him. “What did I teach you about the ground? Stop looking at the wound!" "Pull it up, boy!” Daekan yelled, his voice desperate, almost pleading.I forced my gaze down to the dark b