บททั้งหมดของ Mine to keep, mine to break : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Nalini The next day at school, Maxine spotted me before I even finished stepping into the hallway.“NALIIIIIII!”Her voice blasted through the corridor like a grenade. Several students jumped; one clutched his chest and muttered a prayer. I barely had time to blink before she collided with me—warm, loud, overdramatic Maxine—wrapping her arms around my shoulders and squeezing until my ribs reconsidered their purpose.“Oh my God, you’re alive,” she breathed dramatically. “Barely. But alive. Why didn’t you message me? Did those two feral idiots kill you? Did they fight again? Did you end up in the middle of a testosterone hurricane?”I wheezed into her shoulder. “Max—air.”She pulled back instantly, eyes buzzing over every inch of my face. Maxine never simply looked. She observed, read, decoded. When she saw the tightness in my jaw and the exhaustion in my eyes, her expression softened with a tenderness only she gave me.“Hey,” she said gently. “Did something happen?”I hesitated, and h

Myron I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Nalini. Even now, the memory of her face, her scent, the heat in her gaze, lingered like smoke I couldn’t clear. After that ridiculous double-kiss debacle in front of everyone, I’d spent hours pacing in my room, fists clenched, my wolf howling for answers, for action. It wasn’t just desire—it was possession, protection, and something deeper, a raw, unshakable need that gnawed at me from the inside.I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore. Hiding had been my method for months, playing the alpha son, keeping my father and everyone else satisfied while trying to obey rules I despised. But rules didn’t matter when it came to her. Not now.So I decided: I would court her openly. I would claim her. And I wouldn’t leave anything to chance.That morning, I woke earlier than usual, muscles aching from yesterday’s sparring but heart already racing. I checked my reflection in the mirror, smoothing down my hair and straightening my uniform until I looked like

Timothy Footsteps echoed from behind her—students approaching—and the moment snapped in half.Nalini swallowed. “I should get to class.”“Yeah,” I said, even though I wanted to grab her wrist and stop her. “Go ahead.”She started walking away.My chest squeezed.I wasn’t losing her. I wasn’t giving Myron the space to fill what was mine to protect.When she reached the doorway, she hesitated—just a fraction—and glanced back at me.That was all it took to shatter my restraint.I made my decision right there.If Myron wanted to court her?Fine.I would court her too.And I would be better at it.I would fight fairly, but I wouldn’t step back. She wasn’t a prize—but she was my mate, and if she needed to choose, then I would damn well give her a reason to choose me.My wolf surged in agreement, fierce and wild.Win her, Timothy.Win your mate.I exhaled shakily and walked to my locker—only to overhear two girls whispering near the stairwell.“Oh my goddess, did you see Myron with Nalini?”

Nalini By the third day, the tension had evolved into something alive—breathing, hunting, stalking every move I made.During tactical demonstration class, Partner Exercises became the worst part.“Pair up!” the instructor barked.Before I could move, both princes stepped in front of me.“I’m partnering with her,” Timothy said firmly.“No,” Myron said, a low growl beneath his voice. “She’s with me today.”Their wolves rose instantly—heat prickled across my skin as the bond flared. Not gently. Not subtly. It hit like a sudden burst of wild fire through my chest, stealing my breath.“Stop,” I whispered. “Please.”They both froze.Myron's eyes softened first. Timothy’s wolf retreated a fraction, but his nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, sensing my distress.The instructor glared at the three of us like we were misbehaving children. “Nalini, choose.”I hated this. Hated choosing. Hated that my choice mattered this much.I swallowed. “Timothy today. Myron tomorrow.”Timothy looked ple

Nalini I woke with a shock of pain lancing through the back of my skull.For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got here. My vision blurred, the world wobbling in and out like a badly tuned radio, and then the smell hit me—damp concrete, iron, and something sharp and chemical that stung my nose. I tried to move, but my wrists resisted. A metallic clink told me everything I needed to know.I was tied to a chair.And I was not in school anymore.Cold panic crawled up my spine, quick and merciless. I drew a long, shaky breath, forcing myself to stay still and listen. Somewhere distant, water dripped steadily, echoing as if the room were underground or abandoned. I blinked harder, and shapes slowly sharpened: cracked walls, shadows pooling in corners, a single weak bulb glowing overhead like a dying star.Someone had taken me.I replayed the last few moments I remembered—finishing up at school, walking toward the front gates, texting Maxine that I would see her tomorrow. T