All Chapters of Bad Boy Alpha: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Behind Friendly SmilesNicholas' POVI should’ve known something was wrong the moment Azaria didn’t show up to school again. It had been two days, and though people whispered that she was probably just sick, something in my gut told me it wasn’t just that. Not when the halls still echoed with gossip about her. Not when Ashley walked into class with her usual poise, but her eyes were distant—guarded, like a locked room no one could enter.Ashley didn’t talk about Azaria. Not to me. Not to anyone. But I could see it in the way her jaw tensed when someone so much as mentioned her name. It was just that heartbreak, covered with the flawlessly applied eyeliner and rehearsed smiles. She was broken and yet, she pretended that nothing occurred.But it had. Something had happened—something big—and nobody was saying anything out loud.The public—our classmates, our so-called ‘friends’—still believed Azaria was the villain. They speculated wildly, feeding on the rumors like vultures on a carcass

The Breaking PointAzaria’s POVI was slowly getting better.Physically, at least. My fever had subsided and my body aches were also gradually being released.My aunt had even smiled that morning, declaring my color had returned. She brought me some tea and toast, and sat there at my bed, and said she thought I would like to have a walk. I nodded, because I did not want to appear ungrateful, but deep within my heart was still sick.The type of sickness which would not heal by medicine.The kind that clawed at your chest in the quietest moments.After Killian left, things inside me shifted.He had come with warmth, with concern. His being had been safe and his words were like a balm-until they were not. Up to the moment when there was a silence that started to grow longer and harsher. Because no matter what he said about protecting me, something didn’t sit right. And I could not shake it. Not able to get out of my mind the things she did not say and the way he looked.And Ashley.I mis

Fractures and FlamesNicholas' POVIt felt like another crazy day without Azaria. The school was an empty place, without her, like it was part of my own world that became quiet. The manner people looked at me had also changed. I heard whispers behind me every time I walked, and I did not need to make an educated guess either.“It's the Prince.”“Did he really cheat on Selene or is it the way around?”“Is this how he would rule us?”I kept walking, my jaw clenched tight, hands shoved deep in my pockets. I was sick of it. Sick of the noise, sick of the stares. Ashley had refused to come to school again today. She said she still felt guilty, but that didn’t solve anything. The damage had been done. And now, Azaria was gone too.Gone…I did not know whether she would ever turn up again.I had finally made it to a point where I could get to class without further drama when Selene interjected herself in front of me in front of the courtyard. The smile was a small weak thing.“Nicholas.”I b

The Weight of SilenceAzaria’s POVI managed to hold myself together through every agonizing minute of class. All the time my fingers trembled. My chest was tightened as I imagine that my own rib cage had turned into bars of steel and there was no way out with my lungs and all the screams I so wanted to give. However, I did not cry.Not once.Not when the teacher asked if I was okay, even though her voice was a shade gentler than usual. Not when I heard whispers float around me like ghosts—“Did you hear about Nicholas?” “I thought Azaria and Ashley were close.” “She saw it happen.”“Great more drama!!!”And especially not when I passed by the very hallway where I had seen it all. Where the world broke.I just kept walking. Breathing. Pretending.Because if I stopped pretending, I would shatter.And I couldn’t afford to break—not here, not where they could see.---School ended slower than it ever had. The sound of the clock, which had begun to torture, was a rhythm and a count down to

UnleashedAzaria’s POVI didn’t care what any of them thought.Not anymore.What I did care about, oddly, was me.For the first time in weeks, I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and didn’t feel like a ghost.I wasn’t better yet. But I was… becoming.The day dragged on, but I held steady. My hands didn’t tremble anymore. I even answered a question in history class.After school, I found myself walking to the park. Not on purpose—my legs just took me there, like they remembered something I didn’t.It was the park where Nicholas and I used to sit after school. The bench was still there. Empty now. Just a piece of wood and rusting metal.I sat down.My chest felt tight there for a moment but I waved through it.I allowed the memories to come- and I did not allow them to make me what they used to make me.I recalled how he used to speak with speed. How he would lean against me putting his head on my shoulder as though nothing in the world troubled him. It is when he said that I brou