All Chapters of The Top Boy Is My Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zara’s POV I woke up with a tightness in my chest. The memory of that letter clung to me no matter how much I tried to piece the possibility in. No doubt, it was Aunt May’s neat handwriting, the slight floral scent of her perfume embedded into the paper fibres… and yet, something was off. Something so deeply wrong it made my stomach twist every time I remembered. My boots thudded against the waxed hallway floors as I stormed down the east corridor towards the Letter Office. The morning air still carried the cool bite of dawn, but my palms were sweaty with impatience. The academy’s white walls were lined with black iron lanterns humming softly. I shoved past a few first-years huddled over a single textbook, ignoring their startled squeaks. When I reached the Letter Office, the smell of parchment and melted sealing wax hit me. The room was narrow, with pigeonhole cubbies stacked to the ceiling, each labelled with brass plates for dorm wings and family codes. Behind the tall wooden co

Zara’s POV Saturday dawned cold and bright, frost silvering the grass beyond my dorm window. I woke up shivering under thin covers, my breath fogging in the dim dawn light. Wolf sports day. Great. The entire academy was buzzing about it all week, but all I cared about was calling Aunt May. My mind burned with questions — about Mira Blackwood, about the journal hidden under my pillow, about why my name kept popping up in places it didn’t belong. But calls weren’t allowed until after sports ended. I clenched my fists under the blanket. Why does everything here feel like a cage? I dragged myself up, showered and pulled on my thickest sweater, and met Talia at breakfast. She was humming under her breath as she sprinkled cinnamon onto her porridge. The dining hall was rowdy today, packed with students chattering about which wolf team would win the territory run. Above us, giant banners shimmered with house sigils. “You look dead,” Talia said cheerfully, biting into a buttered roll. “T

Atlas’s POV I walked back to my dorm room after the rogue attack, head pounding with the rhythmic throbbing of anger and something else I didn’t want to name. The hallways of Greystone were quiet at this hour, moonlight slanting through narrow slit windows onto cold stone floors. My bare feet thumped against the ancient marble as I slipped into our room. Jace was gone. Probably still out with Alex, parading around under the stars like the pretty boy he liked to pretend he wasn’t. I stripped off my bloodstained clothes, dropped them into the hamper, and stepped into the stone-tiled shower. Hot water sluiced over my skin, steam billowing against the glass panel. My black hair stuck to my forehead. My chest felt tight, too tight, like something inside me was curling its claws into my lungs. Echo had saved us tonight. Without his warning growl, I wouldn’t have noticed Zara’s scent spiking with terror. Liam and I had been on our way to the eastern cliffs to watch the moonrise. I coul

Zara’s POV We all stood at the forest at the edge of campus, its black pines twisting into the winter sky like skeletal fingers trying to reach the clouds. Fog clung to the mossy ground, swirling in ghostly tendrils that slithered around my ankles as I stood with the rest of the students at the edge of the clearing. Professor Nima raised her lantern high, her robes reaching her ankles. “Welcome to the midterm Forbidden Forest Trial,” she said, her voice echoing off the silent trees. “This is your final assessment before term break. You will demonstrate your survival knowledge, pack tracking skills, and nocturnal orientation. Fail, and your rank drops to Class D.” A ripple of murmured dread swept through the gathered students. Class D was the lowest rank, rank that was offered to omegas. Once you fell there, you never rose again. I swallowed hard, tasting acid. She flicked through her leather-bound list. “Pairings will proceed at scheduled intervals. Group A – Talia Greaves a

Atlas’s POV We broke the hug. I watched her face change, her eyes widening in shock, the dim silver moonlight catching on the tears streaming down her cheeks. The rain hammered against the forest canopy above us, soaking my hair flat against my forehead. Thunder rolled, deep and rattling, shaking the ancient trees around us. I knew it sounded insane. Even to me. But every word I’d just said was true. “I care about you,” I repeated, my voice low and raw. “I really do.” Her lips trembled. She winced, shifting her leg away from my touch, her gaze dropping to her ankle. Even in the gloom, I could see how swollen it was, the skin around it already turning a dark, mottled purple. I frowned, kneeling on the wet mossy ground to get a better look. The mud soaked through my sweats, cold and cloying against my knees. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “It’s already bruising this bad.” Lightning forked across the sky, illuminating her tear-streaked face. She was staring at me with this lo