All Chapters of The Top Boy Is My Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Zara’s POV The whisper sliced through me, colder than the cold air outside. For a second, my knees buckled. I wanted to vanish into the polished floor, to let the ground crack open and swallow me whole. But when I forced my gaze up, that’s when I saw them. Atlas. Standing near the fountain centerpiece, his shoulders tense, his jaw carved. His eyes—usually calm, unshaken—darkened as if a storm had been summoned inside him. His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white against his suit. Jace. Just a few steps away, leaning half into the shadows as though torn between stepping forward or retreating. His eyes, those deep, familiar eyes that once haunted me narrowed, and I caught the faintest tremor ripple across his mouth. He had stiffened. He’d heard. And Alex. Oh, Alex. My ex-best friend, my once-sister in everything that mattered. She stood on the far edge of the crowd, champagne glass in hand, her eyes gleaming, not with joy, not even with sadness, but with something far sharpe

Alex POV The ballroom still glowed golden, chandeliers dripping firelight, violins trembling sweetly in the background. But for me, the glamour was ash. My chest burned like someone had poured acid inside, and the taste of betrayal clung bitter to my tongue. I saw Jace—his head tilted, his expression sharp and intent—as he moved after her. Always her. Zara! Even now, when the announcement had shattered every illusion, when the world knew she was tying herself to a dragon, Jace still couldn’t look away from her. Couldn’t stay still when she fled. My hands curled into fists around the glass stem I held, the wine sloshing violently until red spilled across my palm. I didn’t even flinch. The sting of the alcohol in the cut only sharpened the hate that knotted inside me. I stalked forward, heels striking like arrows across the marble. The glittering crowd blurred into meaningless faces. I had one target. Jace’s broad back was tense, shoulders set, already pushing past groups of laug

Zara POV The days at home bled together like dull shades of gray. I’d thought coming back would give me a little peace after the chaos of the engagement party, but instead it felt like I was suffocating in my own silence. The walls of my father’s mansion carried whispers I couldn’t reach, secrets thick enough to clog the air. Aunty May tried—she really did. She’d bustle into my room, leaving fresh tea by my bedside, asking questions about my semester, my classes, my wolf run. But every time her words brushed too close to the truth, I swallowed mine whole. I couldn’t tell her about Atlas storming away from me, about the rogue wolf’s glowing eyes, about Jace showing up out of nowhere… about Zarek. Especially not about Zarek. But the silence was eating me alive. That morning, over breakfast, my tongue slipped before my mind could stop it. “Aunty May…” My fork clattered against the porcelain. “Do you know anyone named Mira Blackwood?” The name cut the air sharper than glass. For h

Zarek’s POV The street was still scorched where my fire had touched it. Smoke curled lazily from the asphalt, mingling with the acrid scent of singed flesh. Zara’s breathing was still ragged, uneven, her body trembling even as she tried to steady herself. Talia hovered near her, torn between concern and fear—the kind directed at me. I couldn’t blame her. She’d seen what I was. And Zara… Her wide eyes burned into me. Not gratitude. Not relief. Something sharper. More of suspicion. I looked away before I could dwell on it, before I let the faint tremor in my own hands show. Control. Always control. “Go home,” I told Talia, my voice low, and clipped. She hesitated. “But—” “Now.” My eyes flicked to hers, a deliberate threat woven in. Not for her, but for anyone who thought of lingering. She swallowed, nodded, and after a glance at Zara, hurried away down the street. That left just the two of us. I spotted her leaning against the marble column, her shoulders tight, her knuckles

Alex POV The moment I step back onto campus after break, I can feel it—the whispers, the tension, the way everyone is watching Zara as if she’s some tragic heroine. Their eyes flicker toward her as though she’s delicate glass, just waiting to shatter. It makes me sick. She walks in a step slower than everyone else, her driver having dropped her off at the gates like some precious doll that needs protecting. She tucks her hair behind her ear, pretending not to notice the stares. But I see her. I always see her. She thrives on it—the attention, the sympathy, the narrative that bends itself around her fragile shoulders. Almost kidnapped. Poor Zara. What a joke. The rumors already circulate in soft, pitying tones: how a black car tried to take her, how Zarek saved her, how she was so brave. Brave. As if she didn’t orchestrate the entire thing just to cement her place in this school, to glue herself tighter to the dragon boy’s side. And I’ll make sure everyone knows it. . The cafe