All Chapters of Alexa and the Badboy: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ice Queens Need Love TooCHAPTER TWENTY SEVENAurora's POVI hadn’t expected our second “date” to feel so different from the first.The diner had been easy. Light, simple, safe. But tonight, as Knox’s truck rumbled down the quiet backroads, the silence between us felt charged in a way I couldn’t name. The windows were rolled down, the night air warm and carrying the scent of pine, and his playlist hummed low in the background.I should’ve been nervous. I wasn’t. When he finally pulled into a clearing I didn’t recognize, my eyes widened. A small bonfire flickered in the distance, crackling softly, the light painting everything in shades of gold. The sky stretched above us, endless and dark, stars scattered like spilled salt.“You brought me stargazing?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.“Thought you might like it,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets as though he wasn’t sure what I’d think.Like it? My chest ached. I loved it.We settled on the hood of his truck, the hea

Ice Queens Need Love TooCHAPTER TWENTY NINEAurora's POVI could feel it before I even stepped into the cafeteria,the tiny, inexplicable pull in my chest every time I thought about last night. That kiss. That moment. My first real kiss, ayleast the first one I had ever initiated, and with Knox. My stomach flipped, my cheeks heated, and for the life of me, I couldn’t stop replaying it over and over in my head.And then I saw him across the cafeteria. Calm, collected, like nothing had happened. His expression was neutral, but I swore I caught the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. My chest tightened. I couldn’t look directly at him. I didn’t want anyone to notice my cheeks burning, my hands fidgeting with the strap of my bag. But my eyes kept darting back to him anyway.Knox didn’t approach. He didn’t need to. He just leaned against a table, casually flipping through his notebook, but I could feel the tension, the unspoken electricity in the air between us. Every gla

Ice Queens Need Love TooCHAPTER THIRTY ONEAurora's POVThe moment Knox dropped me off, his hand lingering for just a second longer than usual on the small of my back, I barely managed a whispered thank you before I slipped into the safety of my room and shut the door behind me. Safety. At least, that’s what I tried to convince myself it was. Four walls, a lock, familiar shadows that should feel like home, but instead, the quiet pressed down on me like a weight, and the shadows stretched too long, too dark, like they were hiding something I couldn’t see.My knees wobbled as if they weren’t mine anymore, and I stumbled toward my bed. I sat on the edge, gripping the blanket so tightly my knuckles blanched, my breath coming in shallow spurts. My chest rose and fell as though I’d run miles, but all I’d done was run from him.I could still feel it, the unwelcome press of arms around me, the stranger’s hold, the smell of something sharp and unfamiliar clinging to his shirt. My skin crawl

Ice Queens Need Love TooCHAPTER THIRTY THREEKnox's POVWe lay there in silence for a long time, her hand a fragile weight in mine. I thought she’d fallen asleep. God knew she needed it, but then her voice trembled in the dark.“It started a long time ago,” she whispered.I turned my head toward her. She wasn’t looking at me, just staring at the ceiling like it held the answers she’d been running from.“I was thirteen.” Her throat worked, swallowing. “It was my best friend’s birthday party. Kristy. She-” Aurora’s voice faltered, and she clenched her blanket tighter. “She poured fruit punch all over me. Right in front of everyone.”I frowned, not understanding at first. “Why would she-?”Aurora let out a shaky breath. “Because she thought I betrayed her. She thought I went behind her back and kissed the boy she liked. Noah.”Her face twisted with something sharp. Shame, anger, hurt all tangled. “But I didn’t. I’d barely spoken to him. I wasn’t even feeling well that week, so during P.

Ice Queens Need Love TooCHAPTER THIRTY FIVEAurora's POVThe air felt heavier than it should have.Every step I took toward the school gates dragged like an anchor was tied around my ankles. My lungs burned, not from exertion but from dread pressing against my ribs. It had been four days. Four days since I’d vanished from these halls, locking myself away, convincing myself the world had already moved on without me.But as soon as the building loomed in front of me, I knew I’d been lying to myself. The whispers hadn’t died. If anything, the silence of my absence had given them room to grow.When I pushed open the main doors, the sound hit me like a wave. Laughter, footsteps, lockers slamming, all of it too loud, too sharp, scraping against my nerves. My head ducked instinctively, hair falling like a curtain around my face as I slipped through the throng of students.And then it started.The stares.Some subtle, sliding away when I looked up. Some bold, lingering, drinking me in like