บททั้งหมดของ Mine to keep, mine to break : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Myron I woke up with an ache behind my eyes, the kind that came from a night of absolutely no sleep. I kept replaying yesterday over and over in my head — the way Nalini had rolled her eyes when I flirted with her during our project work, the way Timothy kept hovering like a storm cloud every time she so much as breathed near me, the way her laugh kept slipping into my head hours later and refusing to leave.I was supposed to be focusing during breakfast, but everything tasted wrong. Too sweet, too bland, too sharp — I couldn’t tell. My wolf was pacing in circles restlessly, as if something was off. And to make things worse, my father was… weird.Cryptic. Stiff. Smiling too tightly. Watching me and then looking away just as fast.He did that thing where he pretended not to be studying my every breath, which somehow made it a thousand times worse.“Eat more,” he said at dinner last night, voice unnervingly calm. “You’ll need your energy soon.”“For what?” I had asked, frowning.He onl

Myron I drove like a madman.I didn’t even remember getting into the car, or grabbing my keys, or nearly breaking the gear stick when I shoved it into drive. All I remembered was the sickening drop I felt earlier that morning when I walked into class and saw the empty seat beside Maxine. Nalini’s seat. Empty. Cold. Wrong.And the moment the professor said her name during attendance and paused, eyes scanning the room… something inside me split.I knew she wasn’t just late. I felt it — the hollow, echoing tug in my chest where her presence should have been. Timothy felt it too; I saw the crack in his expression before he hid it again.But this… this was different.Because last night at dinner, my father had looked at me with that frozen smile — the kind he used when he was hiding something — and said in that quiet, casual tone:“Some disruptions correct themselves with time, Myron. Sometimes, removing interference is necessary for a kingdom to flourish.”At the time, I had clenched my

Nalini I had no idea how long they had kept me in that dark, suffocating place.Time became a blur of throbbing pain, metallic cuffs scraping my wrists, and the heavy, stale smell of damp concrete. Every inch of my body ached. My shoulder pulsed with heat from where one of them had shoved me to the ground earlier, and my cheek still stung from a slap that had come so fast I barely saw it.But the worst part wasn’t the pain.It was the silence.I couldn’t hear the princes. Not properly. Not the way I always did — that faint hum at the back of my mind, that soft pull, like a heartbeat I didn’t own but felt anyway. The bond wasn’t gone, but it was muffled, distorted, like someone had stuffed cotton into my soul.I sat with my knees pulled up, shivering even though I wasn’t cold. My breath came in small, unsteady bursts. I’d tried not to panic. I’d tried to think logically. But logic didn’t help when you were kidnapped by people whose faces you barely saw except for flashes of cruel, gle

Timothy I didn’t sleep.My body lay in my bed, but my mind stayed planted on that dark, empty space where Nalini should have been. Every minute felt like a scratch under my skin. Every passing hour made my wolf coil tighter, more irritable, more feral. By morning, I felt like I’d been scraped raw from the inside.She was gone.And someone had taken her.I knew it. My instincts knew it. My wolf knew it.I moved through the pack house like a storm barely contained, jaw clenched, eyes tracking everything and everyone like they were suspects. Servants lowered their heads when I passed. Warriors stepped aside. The air around me must’ve been blistering with tension because no one tried to speak to me—Except my father.I should’ve expected it.He waited at the bottom of the main staircase, wearing that perfectly calm, politically polished expression that always made something inside me twist. Alpha Reuben didn’t believe in showing emotion unless it benefited him. And right now, that calcul

Myron The moment I opened my eyes that morning, I knew something had shifted. It was like the world had tilted slightly off its axis—familiar, but wrong in ways I couldn’t quite name. The air felt heavier. The sound of birds outside my window was muted. And underneath it all, there was this tug in my chest—gentle, insistent, and cold.Nalini.The name pulsed in my head like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine. I sat up, gripping the edge of the bed, trying to breathe past the sudden ache that spread through my ribs. It wasn’t pain exactly. It was more like… absence. Like something vital had been ripped from me and left bleeding in another place.The bond was active. I could feel her. Weak, faint, but there.I pressed a hand over my chest, closing my eyes, focusing on that flicker of connection. It had never been this strong before. Usually, it was a whisper—soft warmth, the brush of her emotions at the edge of my mind. But now it was chaotic. Pain, fear, confusion—all crashing through me in