All Chapters of The Top Boy Is My Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Zarek’s POV The thing about me? I get bored easily. Too easily. And when boredom and suspicion collide, well, let’s just say chaos becomes my favorite dance partner. Atlas had been walking around with that smug, self-righteous face of his, pretending he’s everyone’s golden boy, while Talia paraded around like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But I wasn’t buying it. Not after what I saw in the restroom. So I decided to stir the pot. Why not? If Atlas was guilty of something, nothing would flush it out faster than pushing him into the fire. And Jace—sweet, hot-headed, overprotective Jace—was my perfect pawn. . I picked my moment carefully, right between classes when the corridors buzzed with chatter. Jace was at his desk, scowling at some notes, like frowning hard enough would make him smarter. I leaned against the wall, casual as hell, arms crossed, letting my smirk stretch. “You know,” I began, voice deliberately too loud so Atlas, sitting two rows away, could hear, “it’s

Jace’s POV Something wasn’t right. My instincts wouldn’t shut up, whispering the same damn warning over and over. He’s not done. Father’s not done. He’ll make his move. My knee bounced beneath the desk, tapping restlessly until the legs of the chair rattled against the floor. I clenched my jaw, forced my leg to stand still, but then my fingers started drumming against the wood instead. It was maddening. Every nerve in my body screamed that something was coming. And then there was her. Zara. Sitting three rows ahead, her profile caught in the light, her hair spilling down her back, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me. She was pretending to focus on her notes, but I could see the way her shoulders stiffened whenever someone looked too long in her direction. The whispers hadn’t died down since the hybrid reveal. If anything, they’d grown sharper. Crueler. And now, Father wanted to add his own chains to her neck. I couldn’t stop watching her. Couldn’t stop tracking every mov

Zarek’s POV “Zarek!” Zara’s voice cracked like lightning as she pulled me against her, lowering us to the ground. Her hands pressed against my side, trembling, sticky with my blood. The smell was thick, coppery, and suffocating. “Still breathing,” I muttered, forcing my lips into a smirk even though every word clawed at my chest. “Don’t write me off just yet.” Her eyes blazed with fury and fear. I’d seen them burn before, but never like this. Never with tears trembling in the corners, threatening to spill. She shook her head. “You idiot. You absolute idiot.” Behind us, chaos reigned. Jace’s wolf growl tore through the courtyard as he ripped one of the enforcers apart, blood spraying across shattered tiles. Another charged him, blade raised high, but Jace caught it mid-swing and snapped the man’s wrist like it was made of glass. Bones crunched, screams followed, but more enforcers closed in. “Stay with me, Zarek,” Zara ordered, her voice low, frantic. “Don’t you dare close your ey

Alex The school had never been this quiet. Not even during exam week when every hallway smelled of coffee, desperation, and sleepless nights. Tonight, though—this silence was the kind that dug under your skin and made your chest tight. It was a silence born of fear. The principal’s voice had boomed earlier, vibrating through the speakers mounted high in every hallway: “All students are to remain in their rooms. No exceptions. For your safety, do not leave until further notice.” And that was it. No explanation, no reassurance—just an order. I’d stayed on my bed for maybe an hour, the shadows stretching longer across my walls, the weight of the evening pressing on me. My heart refused to settle. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zara’s face. Not the strong, fierce Zara who always seemed to walk with confidence, but the fragile one—the girl who had just watched someone bleed for her, who had nearly been carved out of existence by an attack meant to end her. Everyone in this school

Zara It had been days since Alex whispered those words into my ear, her voice trembling like a thread pulled too tight: Atlas killed Kai. And ever since, my life has not been the same. You know how sometimes your gut tells you to expect something terrible, that nagging feeling scratching at the back of your mind—and then when it finally happens, you still aren’t ready? That was me. I’d braced for heartbreak, for betrayal, but knowing and knowing are two different beasts. The words kept repeating like a curse in my mind. Atlas. Talia. Kai. The names tangled together until I couldn’t breathe. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Talia’s smile, curving at me in the halls as though she wasn’t tangled in the filth of secrets. I saw Atlas, tall and unshakable, pretending he cared about me while slipping knives into shadows. And then I saw Kai—gone, cold, a memory everyone tiptoed around while I burned inside with questions. And Alex’s voice echoing: Atlas killed Kai. I wanted to sc