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CHAPTER FORTY

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A DREAM OR A WARNING?

AZARIA'S POV

Brushing cold fingers to my skin were the gusts of wind through the thick canopy of leaves. I gasped, clutching myself thinking I could understand what was happening.

But I was dead sure—I was certain—that I had just been in my room. For now, I was standing barefoot in the middle of a very thick forest. The air was damp and heavy. It smelled of moss, wet bark. The dirt path under my feet glowed with the slithered moonlight through the trees.

"What the hell?" Heart pounding against my ribs, I whispered to myself.

It was all surreal, a dream yet the sharp chill on my skin confirmed it wasn’t. I turned around trying to find a landmark, a cabin, anything. However, it seemed to go on forever in every direction and there was little to tell the one path from the next. I was like I was dropped in a looping maze.

Carefully, I moved forward, my bare feet crushing twigs and leaves. At every sound, every rustle, my head twisted. I didn’t belong here. I shouldn't
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  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

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  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER FORTY

    A DREAM OR A WARNING?AZARIA'S POVBrushing cold fingers to my skin were the gusts of wind through the thick canopy of leaves. I gasped, clutching myself thinking I could understand what was happening.But I was dead sure—I was certain—that I had just been in my room. For now, I was standing barefoot in the middle of a very thick forest. The air was damp and heavy. It smelled of moss, wet bark. The dirt path under my feet glowed with the slithered moonlight through the trees."What the hell?" Heart pounding against my ribs, I whispered to myself.It was all surreal, a dream yet the sharp chill on my skin confirmed it wasn’t. I turned around trying to find a landmark, a cabin, anything. However, it seemed to go on forever in every direction and there was little to tell the one path from the next. I was like I was dropped in a looping maze.Carefully, I moved forward, my bare feet crushing twigs and leaves. At every sound, every rustle, my head twisted. I didn’t belong here. I shouldn't

  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

    BROKEN LOCKS AND FRAGILE HEARTSAZARIA'S POVAshley had ended the call so abruptly, I blinked at the screen in confusion."What the hell was that?" I muttered.The call dropped moments before, there was a muffled voice in the background, deep smooth, unmistakably arrogant. Nicholas. My pulse stuttered.I dialed her back.Once. No response.Twice. Straight to voicemail."Ashley, what are you doing?" Frustration hit me and I asked the screen.I walked from one side of that room to the other with my phone tightly in my hand. I did not want to think about Nicholas. I didn’t want to think about my heart skipping the beat when I heard his voice. Again. But my mind betrayed me.Why had he sounded angry?Did he hear something?No. No way.I tossed my phone on the bed and climbed in after it, laying my head on a pillow. I just wanted sleep to take me away, to dampen the noise in my head. But it didn’t. The thoughts only grew louder.Nicholas. His annoying confidence. His stupid smirk. The way

  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

    DOES SHE HATE ME?NICHOLAS POVI wasn’t eavesdropping. Not really. I was just walking down the hallway when I heard Ashley’s laugh echo from her room. I paused out of habit, mostly because she only laughed like that when she was on the phone with one person.Azaria.Just the name alone had an odd effect on me. There was a tug in my chest, someone had looped a thread into my ribs and pulled. I hadn’t realized that I was leaning slightly against the wall, listening. But when I heard my name mentioned, I froze."He smiled. That smug, annoying, I-know-you-want-me smile."Ouch.Ashley’s voice followed, laced with dramatic flair. "Did you kick him out?""Basically."I clenched my fists. A bit, but that stung more than I was willing to admit. I was no more trying to be annoying. I was trying to keep things... civil. Gentle. I knew Azaria was stubborn, maybe more stubborn than anyone I’d ever met. But I wasn’t expecting her to hate the idea of me so much."If I hear one more person say 'But h

  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

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  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

    WHO AM I?AZARIA'S POV“Finally, he’s gone.”I did not stop myself from letting the words slip out of my mouth. I hadn’t been aware I’d said them out loud until I heard the sharp clank of a spoon against the counter.My aunt snapped her hands against a kitchen towel with a clack, whipping herself around and facing me. Her lips were thinned as her brows were drawn together. “That’s no way to begin speaking about your future husband.”I rolled my eyes and tossed the chopped carrots a bit too harshly into the bowl. “Don’t start.”“Don’t start?” she repeated with a disbelieving chuckle. “You’re the one acting like having the alpha of the royal bloodline standing in your kitchen is the end of the world.”“It is,” I muttered.My father stepped into the kitchen to catch it. He stopped, his steps, and gave me that unreadable look he had perfected. “Marrying Nicholas would be punishment?”“I wouldn’t say that,” I responded.Aunt Brooke interjected.I exhaled a deep, long breath and, turning aw

  • Bad Boy Alpha   CHAPTER THIRTY–FOUR

    FRIEND OR FOENICHOLAS POVAriana left the room defeated, Azaria slammed the door shut, rage in her eyes.“You…”She rushed to me, I managed to dodge her attack but she pursued me around her room.She tripped and landed on my body, this wasn't good at all, she rose to her feet immediately turning around when she noticed my shirt had lost two buttons.“It's your fault…” she muttered, still refusing to look at me.I had a grin plastered on my face, “how so?” My tone was laced with mockery.“If you hadn't broken my door lock, I wouldn't be–” she turned angrily but turned back, “put in a sticky situation with Ariana.”“And where the hell is your shirt?”“What it's not like you haven't seen me half-naked before?”“Just stay there, I'll get you something you can wear,” she dashed out from the room.I chuckled lightly, reaching into my pocket, I called Marcel.“Wassup…”“I need Intel on Mr. Landon and what he does, in an hour, nothing should be left out, also I need leads on what happened du

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