All Chapters of Mine to keep, mine to break : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nalini My mouth flew open in shock when I finished preparing for school, stepped outside, and saw Timothy’s sleek car waiting for me at the curb. My pulse jumped. I immediately rushed to him, heart hammering in my chest.“What are you doing here?” I asked in a hushed, almost panicked tone.“I came to take you to school,” he replied just as quietly, his intense gaze locking onto mine.“Why?” I demanded, breathless.“Because you’re mine,” he said firmly, like a vow, “and I won’t let someone who belongs to me trek to school.”My cheeks flushed scarlet at his words. Dahlia, my wolf, stirred in me with a wave of excitement I couldn’t fully suppress.Then Timothy cocked his head. “By the way, why are we whispering?”I quickly looked around, throat tight. “Because if Mistress Selene finds out I was with you, I’ll be in trouble.”“Then let’s go before anyone sees.”We slipped into his car, and the familiar warmth and clean, musky scent of leather and him wrapped around me. My chest clenched—

Myron The sparring pit offered no sanctuary. I went a round against Ben, one of our strongest gammas, but my mind was fractured. I saw the flash of excitement and fear in Nalini’s dark eyes. I felt the desperate, hungry way her body pressed back against me. The scent of her—sweet rain and hidden lilac—was a cruel mockery of my senses. Ben landed a solid hit to my solar plexus, the air whooshing out of my lungs. The pain was dull compared to the agony in my head. “Myron! Focus!” Ben yelled. I roared, frustration and self-loathing translating into a sudden, wild burst of power that lacked all control. I was fighting the bond, fighting her, fighting the inescapable truth that I wanted her. I hated this debilitating need. Reject her, then! End the shame! the logical part of my mind screamed. But the words remained trapped, impossible to form. I was tethered. And the thought of that bond being snapped—the raw, biological emptiness that would follow—was a silent, absolute terror

Nalini Timothy.He leaned casually against the hood, arms folded, sunlight glinting off his dark hair. His uniform was still immaculate—of course it was. Even the breeze seemed to behave around him. His composure stood in painful contrast to the chaos inside me.His gaze found mine instantly, calm but steady. “Nalini.”My heart stuttered. Heads turned. Conversations hushed. It was happening again—the Rudrah brothers orbiting around me like I was something caught between them, fragile and unwanted.“Alpha Prince Timothy,” I greeted, bowing my head slightly. “I was just heading home.”“I know,” he said, pushing off the car with an easy grace. “Let me drive you.”I hesitated, tightening my grip on my books. “I appreciate it, but I’d rather walk.”His eyes softened, but there was that quiet authority in his tone again—gentle, but absolute. “Walking won’t change what they say. And I’d rather you get home without being cornered by more rumors.”Something in his voice—protective, not posses

Nalini I heard him before I saw him.His voice carried across the quad — low, careless, the kind that drew attention without even trying. I shouldn’t have looked. I knew better. But something in me always tilted toward him like the tide toward the moon.Terry was laughing about something. Lax leaned against the bench, tossing a ball in one hand.“Who was that you were talking to earlier?” Terry asked, smirking.There was a short pause, then Myron’s voice — calm, smooth, devastating.“Just some nobody.”The words hit harder than I expected.I froze mid-step, books pressed tight to my chest, the echo of that sentence pulsing in my veins. Just some nobody.He didn’t even hesitate. Didn’t stutter.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to turn away before they noticed me, but he already had. His gaze flicked up — sharp, unreadable, locking with mine from across the courtyard.Something shifted in his eyes. A flicker of regret. Or maybe that was just me, hoping.He turned back to his

Nalini The next morning, I woke to the sound of rain tapping softly against the windowpane. It should have been peaceful — the kind of morning that makes you want to pull the blanket over your head and forget the world. But my chest was heavy, bruised by memories that refused to fade. Myron’s words from yesterday echoed inside me like ghosts. You’re a weakness I can’t afford. You already are. I didn’t know which one hurt more. By the time I got to school, the storm had passed, leaving the campus smelling of wet earth and pine. Students chattered in the hallways, laughter and gossip bouncing off the walls. It was the same as always — yet I felt completely different. I caught sight of him before he saw me. Myron stood at the far end of the hall, flanked by Terry and Lax. His uniform collar was slightly open, his tie hanging loose, that careless confidence radiating off him like heat. Julie was beside him, all smiles and perfect hair, her hand tracing lazy circles on his