Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Top Boy Is My Mate: Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

Jace’s POV I used to tell myself I wasn’t the kind of guy who froze, but that was a lie. I’d been freezing for months. Every time Zara looked at me with those wary eyes, every time I wanted to tell her I wasn’t the same fool who had hurt her before—I froze. But now? Now I couldn’t hide behind excuses anymore. Not when the Academy halls trailed with whispers of Atlas’s madness. Not when Zara, standing taller despite her bloodline and scars, had dared to drag the truth out into the light while everyone else trembled. And not when I realized something else—that Zara and Zarek weren’t actually dating. Even though I claimed Zara all the time, the truth was, I didn’t want to give Atlas the chance…. That revelation had hit me like a storm, peeling back the layers of cowardice I’d wrapped around myself. I didn’t have to keep pretending I didn’t want her. I didn’t have to bury every feeling just because I thought someone else got there first. I wanted her. I loved her. And if I didn’t tel

Zara POV My breath shuddered, the bond thrumming in my veins like a drumbeat. The ballroom was burning. Fire roared across the velvet curtains and danced over the marble floor in molten rivers, students scattering and screaming. But it wasn’t the flames that hollowed me out—it was the truth behind them. Smoke coiled thick in the ballroom, choking the air until students dropped to their knees, coughing. Screams rang out, fists banging against the sealed doors Atlas had scorched it shut with the help of the fire i roared out. “Atlas—” my voice cracked as I stepped forward, trying to pierce through the flames and the madness in his eyes. “Stop this, before it’s too late. People are suffocating—look at them! You’re going to kill them if you don’t end this now.” His head tilted, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips as though my plea amused him. “Too late? No, Zara. Too late was when you decided not to be mine.” Behind me, someone coughed so hard they collapsed against the wall. Another

Zara The world returned in fragments. A ringing in my ears. The weight of my own body pressing me down into something too soft to be real. The scratch of linen sheets against my skin. Then light, pale and unforgiving, seeping through my eyelids until I forced them open with a groan. White. Everywhere. White walls, white curtains, the sharp smell of antiseptic burning the back of my throat. The infirmary. My chest rose sharply as the memories slammed back—the ballroom, the fire, Atlas’s laugh, Jace’s wolf and mine colliding with Atlas’s blackness. The sound of chains. And my own bones breaking. My own fur igniting in moonlight. A gasp tore out of me. I bolted upright—too fast. Pain lanced through my ribs, my spine, my skull. My body buckled, and I fell back into the pillow, groaning. “Easy.” The voice was low, steady, achingly familiar. Jace. I turned my head with effort. He was sitting at the side of my bed, hunched forward, his elbows braced on his knees. His eyes—those st

Zara’s POV The infirmary smelled of herbs. I woke to hushed voices and the thrum of healing spells still faint in the air. My body felt heavy, my mind foggy, but the first words I understood shattered me awake: “She’s leaving,” a voice murmured. I blinked, the ceiling above me hazy, and turned my head. Principal Kieran stood at the foot of the bed, his arms folded, his gaze grim. Beside him, May—Aunty May—clutched a parchment, her signature ink-dark across the bottom. “A petition has been signed,” Kieran said flatly. “For Zara Blackwood to return home until further notice.” When I pushed up on shaky arms, May rushed to steady me. “It’s only for a little while,” she whispered. “Until things calm down.” Whispers chased me through the halls as I walked out of the infirmary. Students gathered in clusters, their voices sharp as knives: “Did you see her eyes—like fire—” “She wasn’t human at all.” “She’s dangerous…” Dangerous. Monster. Hybrid. The words clung to me with every step.

Zara – First Person POV The academy didn’t feel like the same place I’d left behind. Stone walls that had once gleamed with polished banners and the proud history of warriors were now blackened at the edges, cracked from the heat of dragon fire that still haunted the marble floors. The chandelier that once glittered in the ballroom hung in pieces, its crystal remains swept into piles along the corners like shards of broken hope. Even the air was different—dusty, with an unease that couldn’t be scrubbed away no matter how much rebuilding the staff tried to do. A week. That’s all it had been since the fire, since Atlas’s treachery and my own body betraying me by revealing what I really was. A week since the fight that had nearly killed Jace, exposed my Lycan to the entire school, and left my name branded on every whispering tongue. A week since Aunty May had ripped the last veil of lies from me and told me I was Mira Blackwood. A week, and nothing was the same. Students trickled ba