All Chapters of Mine to keep, mine to break : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Myron I’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, my sheets twisted and damp with sweat. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her — Nalini. The way her eyes had shimmered with unshed tears, the tremble in her voice when she said I should reject her if I didn’t want her. I’d told myself I didn’t care. That she was just some omega who’d wormed her way into my head. But the more I fought it, the tighter the invisible string between us pulled, like it wanted to tear me apart from the inside. Zed was restless too, pacing in the back of my mind. His growl was low, accusing. You hurt her, he snarled. You should go to her. “She’s nothing to us,” I muttered under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. She’s ours, he snapped back, his voice trembling with anger. You’re lying to yourself, Myron. I sat up sharply, the pull in my chest twisting like a knife. Pain — physical, sharp — lanced through my ribs, and I gasped. It wasn’t mine. I knew that instantly. It was hers. The bond mad

Nalini The next few days passed in a haze of warmth, pain, and disbelief.I wasn’t used to comfort. Every time I woke up and saw the pale gold light filtering through Myron’s curtains, some part of me expected to be dragged back into the cold stone of the dungeon. But each morning, the soft hum of the city replaced the drip of water, and the scent of cedar and rain reminded me I wasn’t dreaming.He’d brought me here. He’d saved me.And I still didn’t know why.The wounds Selene left on my back had mostly scabbed, though they burned when I moved too quickly. Myron had insisted on treating them himself. The first time he came near me with the ointment, I almost flinched. He didn’t miss it.“Relax,” he’d said quietly, kneeling beside me. “I’m not her.”And somehow, those words had undone me more than Selene’s cruelty ever could.Because they sounded like guilt.Now, days later, I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, watching him from a distance. He stood by the window again — he always

Nalini He’d taken care of me. Again. My throat tightened as I sat up, wincing when the bruises pulled against my skin. Memories came back in flickers — Selene’s blows, her laughter, the sting of the whip, the suffocating darkness of the dungeon. Then Myron’s voice, low and furious, pulling me out of that nightmare like a force of nature. And now… this. I swung my legs off the bed and pressed my bare feet against the cool marble floor. My reflection in the mirror startled me — pale skin, a faint cut across my cheek, eyes that looked like they’d seen too many storms. Dahlia, my wolf, stirred faintly inside me. We’re safe, she whispered. “For how long?” I murmured. I wasn’t sure if she had an answer. --- I found him in the next room, standing by the balcony with his back to me. His shirt was half unbuttoned, hair messy, jaw set in that hard line I’d come to recognize — the one that meant he was at war with himself. He didn’t notice me right away. His phone was press

Timothy Morning sunlight slanted across my room, warm but sharp, like it wanted to cut through the haze in my mind. I buttoned my shirt slowly, watching my reflection in the mirror. Calm, collected, controlled — that’s what they always saw when they looked at me. That’s what I’d trained myself to be. The perfect son. The perfect student. The perfect Alpha in waiting.But the truth was never that simple.The house was alive with the low hum of the pack — warriors switching shifts, omegas scurrying about, the steady pulse of life that had been my world since birth. Everything about mornings here was orderly, predictable. Yet inside me, there was this quiet unease that had no place, no reason, no name.I straightened my tie and exhaled slowly, letting my thoughts wander as I always did when things were too quiet. I had a meeting with the Student Council before school — my team and I were finalizing the plans for the Silvermist Spring Dance. As the head representative, it was my responsi

Timothy I didn’t think. I ran.Glass shattered as I shouldered the back door open. Nalini spun around, a cry catching in her throat. The fear in her eyes melted into confusion when she saw me.“Timothy?” she whispered, clutching the bag to her chest. “What—how did you—”“No time,” I said, crossing the room in three strides. “They’re here.”Her eyes darted to the window. “Your father’s men?”“Yeah.” I could hear them circling the building, their footsteps coming closer. “We need to move now.”She hesitated, torn between trust and instinct. “Myron—”“I’ll deal with him later,” I cut in, voice low, urgent. “Right now, I’m getting you out of here.”Something in my tone must’ve reached her, because she nodded, swallowing hard. I took her hand—it was trembling, cold—and pulled her toward the side door.Then a shout split the air.“There! By the window!”A gunshot rang out, the bullet slamming into the wall inches from her head. She gasped, stumbling, and I yanked her down behind the counte