Semua Bab Bad Boy Alpha: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The Warmth I Tried to EscapeAzaria’s POVHis hand was weak, but his grip had intention.“Don’t,” he said, his voice barely audible.I froze.Not because I was afraid. But because in that single word, I heard everything he hadn’t said in weeks—the questions, the frustration, the loneliness, the confusion. All packed into that one syllable.I should have pulled away. I should have left the room, let the door close quietly behind me and gone back to pretending that distance was helping either of us.But I didn’t.I stayed.I hesitated and slowly turned to him, not sure about what to answer. Even though his fingers were circling my wrist, he didn’t try to drag me anywhere. He believed that something would happen to me if he wasn’t holding on.“You need to rest,” I said, gently, not trying to escape. Not yet.Although his eyes appeared a bit foggy thanks to the fever, I could see they were still very alert. “I have been relaxing. I wish for more answers that would change everything.”I le

Line in the SandNicholas’s POVAfter many hours since waking, I felt like a human person for the first time since I got sick. My body’s temperature went back to normal, my throat was not as sore, and I was able to sit up without getting dizzy. Although medicine helped, it was not what finally helped me get better.It was her.Azaria.She had been here. Sometimes, even with vision blurred, I would open my eyes and find her lying next to me, and she had a towel on my forehead. My presence didn’t even cross her mind because her eyes were already closed. She looked peaceful, like she belonged there.She stayed.She took care of me.She knocked down every wall I had built, did not even try hard, and now she was gone.My pain was not caused by physical issues.Ashley burst into my room without saying anything and interrupted my peaceful mood like a knife.She said, in a cold tone, “You’re awake,” while positioning her arms across her chest.I kept my answer brief and extra cautious. “Barel

The Things She Never Saw ComingAzaria's POVI wasn’t sure what I expected when I walked into school that morning, but I hoped—just for a sliver of peace. A little space. Some quiet. Anything but the storm I stepped into.The air felt different, like the walls had already heard a version of my story I hadn’t even told.Whispers chased me down the halls like shadows I couldn’t shake."Guess her charity project didn’t last long.""That’s what happens when you think you’re someone important.""She fought with Ashley? Who the hell does she think she is?"I kept my head down, kept walking. Pretended I didn’t hear them.But pretending only worked for so long. Because when I got to class, there was gum on my seat. Someone muttered "watch your back, princess" as they brushed past me. My name, the one I used to hold quietly and proudly, now floated like poison from lips that once smiled at me.All because I had a falling out with Ashley.One disagreement. One night. And suddenly, I was enemy nu

The Fire Beneath the CrownNicholas’ POVAs soon as the bell rang, I sprang out from my seat, which felt like a coiled spring about to snap because of all the day’s pressure. I wasn’t even aware of when my friends were around me. I ignored all the whispers, stares, and sudden movement from the people around me who acted like I was radioactive.Azaria hadn’t spoken to me. Not once. I observed her in the hall, looking down and hugging her books tight against her body. She appeared to be in pieces. No—shattered.Plus, Ashley was involved in making things happen in one way or another.I swiftly strode through the palace while ignoring guards, attendants, and even the steward who was trying to call me. I couldn’t get myself to act like a royal. Politeness was not what I felt like showing.I needed answers.Ashley and our father were in the garden parlor. Her voice was always bright and her manners were royal, just how a princess should be. She presented him with a cup of tea while displayin

What the Silence MeantAzaria’s POVI awoke in a cold perspiration, my skin scalding hot and clammy both. I had a drum-like pounding in my head, and all my limbs seemed to have been wringed and twisted. I forgot even where I was briefly.Sleep and fever had carried me away to a place of darkness, a place of silence--and the awakening was no debutante relief. It simply brought me back to the pain.I heard my aunt mentioning something, and she came in the room very quietly, with a glass of water and a thermometer. "Azaria, honey… you are burning up. You are running a fever."I made no protest. I couldn’t. I was parched, my limbs seemed leaden, and the beat in my temples would not permit me to think of anything but that. She tucked the blanket under my chin and with her tender fingers she brushed the hair away off my face."Forget school today, she said, very firmly but tenderly. Rest. Your body is trying to say something to you."I weakly nodded. Frankly speaking, I could not think of r