All Chapters of Mine to keep, mine to break : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Nalini  The moment I stepped back into the Academy, I felt the shift in the air immediately. Whispers, stifled gasps, and sharp glances met me at every corner. My wolf hummed beneath my skin, restless and alert, responding to every flicker of unease in the humans and wolves around me. The forest encounter—the shadow, the energy, the pulse of the Moon Goddess inside me—had left its mark. I could feel it, buzzing in every nerve, making the council’s scrutiny feel like a physical weight pressing down on me. “You’re late.” The headmistress’s voice cut through the murmur of the hallway. Cold, precise, but with an edge of concern I couldn’t read. My wolf flinched at her tone, as though it could sense the tension beneath her composed exterior. “There are… complications,” I said carefully, trying to keep my voice steady. My pulse raced&mdash

Nalini  The night was heavy with stillness, but I could feel it—subtle vibrations in the air that made every hair on my skin rise. My wolf prowled beneath my calm exterior, restless and alert. I wasn’t alone. I could feel Myron before I saw him, golden heat radiating through our bond like wildfire. And then Timothy, sharp and controlled, his presence a steady anchor that pulsed in counterpoint to Myron’s storm. Both of them were here, tracking me, shielding me, preparing to intercept the danger I had felt earlier. I hadn’t dared to leave the dorm after what had happened earlier. Even moving to the window had made my skin prickle with unease. But now, with their presence closing in, I felt a rush of relief that was tangled with guilt. Both of them were risking everything—the council’s orders, their own standing—to be here for me. My wolf thrummed in warning and gratitude. A s

Nalini  The first sign came as a tremor through my bond, subtle at first, a prickling unease that crawled beneath my skin. My wolf hissed low in warning, ears flattened, teeth bared, and my chest tightened. I could sense them before I saw them, a shadow in the corridor outside my window, a pulse of energy that didn’t belong—cold, sharp, precise. Someone was here, and they weren’t coming for a chat. I froze, heart hammering in my chest. Myron was asleep beside me, his body still radiating warmth and gold-tinged energy even in rest, and Timothy’s presence hummed at the edges of the bond, calm but taut with anticipation. Both of them were alert through the bond, but they didn’t know where the threat was—yet. “Something’s coming,” I whispered, voice trembling, barely audible. My wolf growled, a low vibration that rattled the floor beneath me. The hair on my arms and

Nalini  The night was quiet, but the stillness felt heavy, weighted with threats I couldn’t see. Even from the confines of my quarters, I could feel the threads of danger twisting through the air, tugging at the edges of my mind. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, restless, restless—more aware than ever, more insistent that something was wrong. I paced the room, hands brushing against the walls, trying to ground myself, trying to calm the fire within me. Myron and Timothy pulsed through the bond, their concern unmistakable, their frustration simmering just beneath the surface. I could almost hear Myron growl, low and rough: I hate this. I hate that I can’t protect you fully. Timothy’s presence was steadier, but it carried a sharp edge. We can’t trust anyone right now. They’ll use this—use you—against us. And they were right. I’d felt

Nalini  The air in the grand hall was thick with anticipation, the royal banners swaying gently under the cool glow of the moonlight that streamed through the towering windows. The council members sat in rigid formality, their expressions unreadable, each glance and subtle gesture laced with the weight of centuries-old tradition. This was the night of the Trial of Fate, the moment every Alpha, Beta, and Omega had been whispering about for weeks. I felt the tight clasp of the academy-issued dress at my wrists, the fabric heavy but nothing compared to the weight pressing on my chest. Timothy’s energy pulsed faintly through the bond, steady and reassuring, while Myron’s surged with impatience, frustration, and that ever-present raw possessiveness that made my chest ache. Both of them hovered around me in the bond, invisible yet undeniable, their presence pushing against my skin, their emotions threading into mine.