All Chapters of The Top Boy Is My Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Zara I hadn’t realised how accustomed I’d grown to the ache in my ankle until it was gone. Three days later, the healer’s concoctions had erased every bruise, every swelling, every hint of my failure in the forest. My leg felt light again, almost too light, as if it no longer belonged to me. But Talia refused to let me walk alone. Each time I stood, she appeared by my side, fingers curling into mine, her head brushing my shoulder, like she was terrified I’d vanish without her noticing. Breakfast was a quiet affair. Rain pattered against the high glass windows, streaking outside in blurred silver. Students murmured sleepily over bowls of oats and blood fruit(watermelon). I poked at mine with a fork, watching the pink juice seep into the grains until it looked like shredded flesh. I pushed the bowl away, my stomach curling. “Eat,” Talia said softly. “You’ve been skipping meals.” “I’m fine.” I forced a smile and reached for my water instead. She watched me for a moment longer before

Zara Midnight…. The clocks tolled, each heavy note vibrating through the silent halls of my room like a pulse. I crept from my room in stockinged feet, every nerve straining at the faintest sound. My heart beat so loudly in my chest I was sure the sentry wolves patrolling the eastern grounds could hear it. My fingers curled around the invitation now in my pocket, crumpling its black paper edges.I changed into a simple robe and slipped outside. Talia’s words haunted me with each step, echoing beneath the hush of the moonlit corridor. But my curiosity burned hotter than fear. Hotter than guilt. I climbed the stone stairwell to the East Tower, each step icy against my soles. As I rose higher, a strange warmth curled around me, thick and perfumed. My throat tightened. When I reached the landing, a door loomed before me. Carved oak darkened by centuries, with a brass handle polished to a golden gleam by generations. I hesitated. Shadows flickered beneath the crack of the door, danci

Jace The smell of burning sage and candle wax drifted through the West Courtyard as I crossed the stone steps. A thin mist curled around the carved wolf statues lining the walkway, making them look like silent sentinels glaring into the dark. Students laughed and murmured in small groups. It was the Halves’ monthly ritual night. Bullshit theatrics, if you asked me. Half these kids couldn’t conjure a matchstick spark if their lives depended on it, but here they were, chanting fake oaths under the full moon for clout. My jaw clenched as I moved past a group of juniors holding candle trays. I needed to find Alex and drag her out before she did something reckless again. She always liked these gatherings too much – the attention, the power play, the subtle way everyone bowed to her. But tonight, as the mist thickened around my boots, a strange unease twisted in my gut. That’s when I heard it – the muffled cries. I froze, ears sharpening as my wolf surged beneath my skin. I turned my h

Zara My eyes fluttered open to the faint scent of thyme and bitterroot salve. The ceiling above me was grey stone, morning sun filtered through the high glass windows. I blinked, disoriented, my limbs feeling heavy with sleep. “She’s awake,” someone murmured nearby. I turned my head with a groan. The healer, the one from the other day, stepped into my line of sight. Her eyes were narrowed in weary concern as she dabbed a pungent ointment along my wrist. “You’re lucky you were found in time,” she said sharply, not bothering with pleasantries. “Your blood sugar dropped dangerously low. You’re dehydrated too. What were you thinking, child?” I winced at the scolding tone. My voice came out as a hoarse croak. “I… I don’t know.” “You students think you’re immortal until your wolf emerges. You aren’t. Especially you.” She pressed a hand against my forehead, checking my temperature. “You know you haven’t shifted yet, or, have you?” I shook my head weakly. “No.” Her sigh filled the sil

Zara The bell rang sharp and shrill above us as Professor Marlin closed his old leather spellbook with a thump that echoed in my chest. Enchanted Histories was over, but my mind barely registered his final words about rune expansions or the rise of Hollow kings. My thoughts were knotted and raw, scraping like stones against each other. I turned towards Talia as she packed up her parchment and quill, her dark braids brushing against her collarbone. “Talia,” I said quietly. “Hey. About that night—” She didn’t look at me. Her movements were stiff, mechanical. She tucked her ink bottle into her satchel and adjusted her navy jumper sleeves without a word. “Talia, please,” I whispered, leaning closer. The scent of her lavender lotion usually calmed me, but today it only burned my throat. “Don’t shut me out. I need—” She stood abruptly, pushing in her stool with a loud screech. Her eyes flicked to mine, dark and unreadable. “I told you not to go,” she said in a brittle whisper. “I warne