Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Top Boy Is My Mate: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Zara’s POV The smoke had clung to my skin, its bite like hot needles, but it hadn’t burned. Not the way it was supposed to. My feet slid back into my shoes, the laces tightening like armor. When I sat down again, I could feel their eyes on me—waiting for me to wince, to falter, to cry out that the heat had blistered me. But there was nothing. My skin was cool. Whole. Untouched. I sank into my seat, spine straight, and let my gaze wander around the circle. Seraphine sat across from me, lips curled into that poisonous smirk she wore like perfume. Nova beside her, laughing too loudly at nothing, her eyes darting like a rabbit’s. Alex, chewing her bottom lip until it looked raw, pretending she wasn’t watching me. Lira, restless, tapping her nails against her knee in a rhythm that grated in my skull. And Talia… she couldn’t stay still. She kept shifting her weight, her shoulders hunching as if she wanted to disappear. I took them all in. Their faces, their laughter, their chatter. The

Zara’s POV The cafeteria was louder than usual that morning, or maybe it was just me. Every scrape of a chair against tile, every burst of laughter, every clatter of trays seemed to sink claws into the side of my head. The noise didn’t just echo—it pressed in. And still, I walked in with Zarek beside me. His shoulder brushed mine like he owned the air between us, eyes scanning lazily over the tables as if he could pick out every whisper before it was spoken. Me? I kept my head high. My spine locked. I refused to let them see me fold, not after last night. It was almost funny, the way conversations dipped as we walked past. Like the room itself inhaled and forgot how to breathe. Eyes trailed me—some sharp, some wary, some dripping venom.. And after the things I’d thrown into the fire circle last night, I wasn’t just Zara anymore. I was a question mark no one wanted to answer. Zarek didn’t care. He strolled like the floor was made for him, humming something off-key under his breath

Zara The bell rang, sharp and final, to remind everyone that freedom was only a doorway away. Chairs scraped back in a wave, voices lifted in low chatter, books snapped shut. I slid my notebook into my bag with deliberate slowness, pretending not to notice the eyes that flicked toward me from across the room. Seraphine’s mouth was twisted into that cruel little half-smile of hers, Nova leaned closer as if whispering a secret, Alex’s gaze burned like a blade trying to pierce my skin, and Talia tapped her pen with the rhythm of suspicion. They all looked… unsettled. Uneasy, even. I stood, smoothing the strap of my bag over my shoulder as if they were nothing more than shadows passing in the corner of my vision. Zarek was at my side in seconds, tall, steady, his presence a wall between me and the rest of the room. The corridors were crowded, students spilling into the hall with laughter, complaints, hurried footsteps. I moved through it all with Zarek a half-step behind me, like al

Atlas’s POV The moment her hand slipped from mine, it felt like she ripped something out of my chest. Zara’s eyes—flashing with something raw and dangerous—burned into me as if she saw more than I wanted her to. More than I could ever explain.. I didn’t call after her. Couldn’t. My throat had locked shut, my wolf pacing in circles inside me, restless and unsettled. What the hell just happened? It wasn’t just that I’d embarrassed myself with that question—Did you ever like me?—though that humiliation still burned hot in my veins. It was the way she’d looked at me after she almost tripped. As if something had cracked open inside her. The image played again in my mind: her pupils dilating, her breath hitching, her fingers stiffening around mine before she yanked away. The flash of recognition in her face wasn’t something I imagined. I’d seen it clear as day. And that was the problem. Because I didn’t know what it meant. I leaned against the cold wall, dragging a hand through my h

Zara – First Person POV The restroom door creaked behind me as I stepped out, my palms still damp from where I’d pressed them against the cold sink. My reflection wouldn’t leave my mind—Talia’s calm face, her voice, those words that didn’t add up no matter how I tried to twist them. The corridor was quiet, only the faint hum of voices drifting from distant classrooms. I took a breath, hoping the air would clear my head, but instead I nearly jumped when a familiar voice cut through the silence. “There you are.” I froze. Zarek leaned casually against the opposite wall, one ankle crossed over the other, like he’d been there for hours. His gaze swept over me, sharp but unreadable. “Been looking for you.” I forced a weak smile, tugging at the hem of my sleeve. “Sorry. Got caught up.” His eyes narrowed just a little, flicking toward the door I had just left. “I saw Talia coming out of there a minute ago.” He pushed off the wall, stepping closer. “Don’t tell me you two talked?” My sto