All Chapters of The Top Boy Is My Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Zara I didn’t sleep that night. Even after the bells tolled midnight and the academy fell silent around me, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, counting the faint cracks in the plaster. Sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alex’s face as she slipped Mira’s diary into her satchel. Her narrowed eyes. Her precise movements. Her betrayal. By dawn, my decision was made. I waited until the morning classes began and the corridors buzzed with chatter and hurried footsteps. The air smelled faintly of coffee, as students filed into lecture halls in tight clusters, their voices weaving together into a blanket of noise that muffled my racing heartbeat. I kept my head down as I walked past the statue of Alvaro statue, the school’s first headmaster , his stone gaze following me accusingly as I slipped into the east dormitory wing. Alex’s room was near the end of the corridor, her nameplate glinting gold in the dim morning light. My hands trembled as I reached for her door

Atlas The moon rose slowly over Blackwood’s northern towers, casting a muted silver glow through the frost-kissed windows of my room. Its pale light slithered across the thick patterned carpet, glinting off scattered reports on my desk, illuminating the cracked spine of an abandoned textbook near my boots. Shadows stretched along the walls like silent witnesses to my unrest. I sat in the leather chair by the window, elbows braced on my knees, fingers woven tightly together as I stared out at the sleeping grounds below. From here, I could see the faint lamplights near the east gate, the stone courtyard wrapped in thin mist, the looming outline of the forest’s edge beyond the training grounds. The air felt stagnant tonight. Like it held its breath with me. My chest burned with silent anger as my father’s words replayed in my mind. “We can’t afford for her to awaken the uncontrolled. If you can’t handle it, Atlas, I’ll have Jace do it.” My jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Every mu

Alex The training pavilion reeked of sweat, and fresh-cut grass. Morning sun sliced through the rafters, dappling the sanded floors with gold and shadow. The clang of swords, the crack of bone against padded mats, the sharp bark of instructors echoing commands—all of it usually grounded me, reminded me where I belonged in the hierarchy of Blackwood. Today, it only grated my already fraying nerves. I sat cross-legged on the edge of the sparring ring, elbows resting on my knees, nails tapping irritably against each other as my gaze flicked between Atlas and Jace. They sat in stony silence on the opposite bench, arms folded, bodies taut with unspoken animosity. Atlas’s eyes were fixed straight ahead, unblinking, jaw clenched so tight I wondered if he tasted blood. His raven-black hair fell across his brow, casting shadows over his eyes. Beside him, Jace lounged with an air of cold detachment, his muscular arm draped along the back of the bench, legs spread wide in that infuriatingl

My chest tightened, heat prickling up my neck until it burned the tips of my ears. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t even know how to begin to answer a question like that. Memories of the kiss slammed into me. the roughness of his grip on my waist, the desperate heat of his mouth against mine, the way he’d pulled back with trembling fingers as if he hated himself for it. My pulse skittered painfully in my throat. Talia smirked, her glossy lips curving as she tilted her head slightly, watching me with an amused glint in her amber eyes. The moonstone pendant around her neck caught the lamplight, throwing silver glimmers across her cheekbones. “You’re blushing,” she teased, reaching out to flick a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Her touch was featherlight, but it sent shivers down my spine. “I was just manifesting, Zara. Don’t look so scared.” “Manifesting?” I managed to croak out, my voice cracking embarrassingly. My hands clenched around my books so tightly that the sharp corners du

Atlas The underground wolf chamber was silent except for the dull thuds of my fists against the reinforced stone wall. My breaths came in ragged pants, misting in the cool cavern air. Sweat dripped down my chest, soaking the waistband of my training shorts as I threw another brutal punch at the moss-darkened rock, sending a crack spiderwebbing across its surface. Pain flared up my knuckles. I welcomed it. I needed it. Anything to drown out the thoughts gnawing at my mind since dawn. Since Kieran’s words. Anything to silence Mira’s name echoing through my veins. I drew back, knuckles bloodied and raw, and pressed my forehead against the cool stone. My chest heaved. The stale, earthy scent of damp rock and wolf musk filled my lungs, grounding me in the present. But suddenly—something shifted. I froze, every muscle in my body going taut, my wolf snarling awake beneath my skin. The shadows in the chamber seemed to shiver, curling around me like sentinels. And then I felt it. Her.