All Chapters of Mine to keep, mine to break : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Nalini I woke with my name trapped behind my teeth. The sound of it echoed in my skull, not as a word but as a pressure, like something had been spoken directly into bone and marrow and then erased halfway through. My breath came shallow, panicked, my chest tight as though I had been running for miles instead of lying in the narrow academy bed with pale moonlight spilling across my sheets. Something had happened. I knew that much with terrifying certainty. The air still vibrated, faintly, as though the room remembered what I no longer could. My skin hummed. My wolf stirred beneath my ribs, restless and alert, pacing in small, tight circles. She was not confused the way I was. She felt…watchful. Guarded. As if she had been shown something precious and dangerous and now refused to let it go. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to grasp at fragments. A voice&

Nalini  The glow on my skin refused to fade. It lingered beneath my collarbone like a secret that refused to be buried, pulsing softly in time with my heartbeat. Every time I breathed, it answered. Every time my emotions shifted, it reacted. I learned quickly that it was not just a mark—it was a response. To fear. To longing. To power. The council called it a containment period. I called it a cage. The academy dormitory that once felt merely restrictive now felt alive with eyes. Guards rotated in silence outside my door. Sigils etched into the walls hummed faintly at night, reacting whenever my wolf stirred. I could feel the magic pressing inward, not cruelly, but insistently, as if the building itself was trying to hold me still. It didn’t understand that stillness was no longer possible. Something inside me had already

Nalini     The aftermath of the mate bond revelation left the academy in chaos. Even after the initial shock faded, the tension lingered, thick and suffocating, like smoke clinging to the walls. I sat in the dim light of my dorm room, my fingers tracing the faint glow of my twin mate marks on my wrist. They pulsed faintly, in rhythm with Myron and Timothy’s presence—even though they weren’t in the room. I could feel them, hear the subtle vibrations of their energy through the bond, and it was both comforting and terrifying. I’d never felt anything like this. The council’s decision was clear and harsh. Both Myron and Timothy were ordered to stay away from me. Their punishment was described as “temporary separation” until the trial of fate could officially declare one as my mate. For them, it was an unbearable restriction. For me, it was like being tethered b

Nalini  The quiet of my dorm felt like a fragile illusion. I knew the council’s guards patrolled the corridors, their eyes sharp, but the bond thrummed insistently in my chest, a pulse that promised defiance and danger alike. The room was dim, the curtains pulled tight, yet I could feel the warmth of both Myron and Timothy brushing against the edges of my consciousness. They were outside, forbidden, but the bond was stronger than any decree. I could feel their hesitation, their longing, and even a tinge of frustration, like coiled lightning ready to strike. I tried to focus on calming the wolf, letting the energy ripple beneath my skin fade into something manageable, but it refused to obey me completely. The glowing lines tracing my veins pulsed faintly, and I felt the faint telepathic sparks of Myron and Timothy resonate in tandem with them. Every thrum of their presence sent waves of heat and relief through me, grounding me whil

Nalini  I couldn’t breathe under the weight of the council’s eyes, their whispers, and their demands. They had decided everything for me—how I should live, who I should bond with, and even how my mate bond would be judged. They had made up their minds that I was to be claimed, as if I were some prize to be measured and weighed. My chest ached with fury, and my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, claws digging into the restraint I had tried to hold for so long. I refused. I would not let them decide my fate. By the time the sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the academy in muted golds and purples, I had made my decision. I packed lightly, grabbing only what I needed—water, a small bag of essentials, and the dagger Myron had once given me in case of emergencies. I didn’t think I would need it, but there was a part of me that felt the council would try to stop me before I could slip into the fores