All Chapters of Mine to keep, mine to break : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Alpha King Thane The ballroom was alive with anticipation, glittering under the soft glow of chandeliers and moonlight streaming through the high windows. I had arranged everything meticulously—the music, the lighting, the pacing of the evening—yet my attention was entirely on her. Nalini. Every movement she made pulled my gaze like a tether I could not sever.When I finally gave the signal for the mate dance, she hesitated, shy, almost fragile in the midst of the throng of students and nobles. Myron and Timothy both froze for a moment, dazed, as if the very sight of her had robbed them of composure. She stepped forward with a tentative grace, allowing their hands to find hers. I stepped back, letting the dance unfold naturally, holding my breath for what I already suspected would happen.As they moved onto the floor, under the silver sheen of moonlight, I watched the energy between them build. It began as a subtle shimmer in the air around her, a ripple that made my heart quicken. T

Nalini I had always imagined silence as something gentle. Soft. A pause between heartbeats.I was wrong.Silence could also be a weapon.It descended on the ballroom after the mate dance like a blade dropping—sharp, cold, absolute. The music had faltered first, the musicians’ hands freezing mid-note as the glow on our skin refused to fade. I still remembered the way the moonlight had burned into me, the way my mark had come alive as if it had been waiting its whole existence for that moment. I remembered Myron’s sharp inhale, Timothy’s broken gasp, the collective horror and awe that rippled through the hall when all three marks flared at once.Bound.To both.Now, hours later, that same silence followed me down the marble corridor of the academy, broken only by the echo of my footsteps and the rustle of guards’ armor. Gamma guards. Royal council guards. Too many of them for one omega girl.I kept my head down, my fingers clenched in the thin fabric of the academy cloak draped over my

Nalini I had stopped counting the hours after the council sealed me into the academy dorms. Time no longer moved the way it used to. It stretched, thinned, then snapped back painfully when I least expected it. The room they gave me was quiet in the way prisons were quiet—not peaceful, just watched. Every sound felt borrowed. Every breath felt reported.The ban hung over everything like a curse. Separation orders. Official words for something that felt like my chest had been split open and left to bleed slowly. I wasn’t allowed to see either of them. As if bonds could be switched off by parchment and seals. As if wolves listened to councils.My body hadn’t listened.I felt Myron long before he came.It began as a tightening behind my ribs, sharp and familiar, like a storm gathering under my skin. My wolf stirred, pacing, restless, her hackles rising for no reason I could name except him. I was sitting on the narrow bed, fingers worrying the edge of the blanket, when the air shifted. N

Nalini I felt the tightening before I heard it.It came as rules written in ink and sealed with wax, delivered by hands that would not meet my eyes. It came as doors that no longer opened without permission, as footsteps posted outside my quarters that did not bother to soften themselves anymore. The council did not shout their displeasure; they did something far worse. They organized it.By the third day after Myron’s last visit—the one that left my mouth swollen and my heart raw—the academy dorms had become a cage dressed up as concern. My meals were delivered instead of eaten in the commons. My classes were “postponed for my wellbeing.” Even Maxine was only allowed to see me under supervision, a matron seated near the door pretending not to listen while every word we exchanged weighed like contraband.“They’re scared,” Maxine whispered once, fingers twisting in her skirts. “Not of you. Of what you mean.”I laughed then, a brittle sound that startled even me. “I don’t even know wha

Nalini  I stopped sleeping the way normal wolves slept. Sleep used to come like a soft tide—heavy, dull, dreamless. Now it came in fragments, shards of moonlight cutting through darkness, voices brushing the inside of my skull like fingers testing glass. When I closed my eyes, I no longer rested. I descended. The first night it happened, I thought I was dying. I lay on the narrow dorm bed the council had confined me to, the air thick with warding sigils etched into the walls. They glowed faintly silver, meant to suppress power, meant to keep me contained. I could feel them pressing against my skin, against something deeper, like hands trying to hold down a rising tide. My chest burned. It wasn’t pain exactly. It was expansion. A stretching so intense it made my bones ache, my breath hitch. I curled onto my side, pressing my palms to my ribs as if I could