Semua Bab Bad Boy Alpha: Bab 121 - Bab 130

SNAKES AND THORNSNicholas’ POVThere was never something that air left in the presence of Azaria-an air that was left like wildfire just after storm. I could still feel it burning though me though she had walked off.I had no cash to pursue that fire.Not now.I had gone out of the courtyard, my jaws set, my mind rambling. The pieces were too disarranged: there were too many shadows between truth and illusion.I needed answers.I needed control.And so, when I returned to the alpha palace, I didn’t bother with niceties. I went straight to the lower council chamber, where only the trusted few were allowed.I pressed my palm to the sigil-locked door.It opened with a hiss.Inside, stone walls wrapped around glowing maps and magical tracking orbs. This wasn’t the usual war room—it was the covert one. Where silent moves were made without noise or banners.“Commander,” the sentinel at the helm greeted, straightening when he saw me. “Your orders?”“Activate the outer ring,” I said, voice s

OF BLOOD AND LEGENDSAzaria’s POVThe moon light had gone down on my body and piled on my flesh like a secret.I was crouched up under the arch of my balcony, with my knees drawn up to my breast, the wind playing with the links of my hair. Below, the forest whispered. Above, the stars blinked with the kind of ancient knowing that made me feel both seen and utterly small.Everything inside me was spiraling.The pulse in my palms. The sparks in my blood. The burned flower. The prophecy in Nicholas’ eyes when he told me he saw my magic that day in the cafeteria—as if that moment rewrote everything he believed about fate and us.I should have felt empowered.Instead, I felt like a ticking time bomb.And time… it was running out.---By morning, I knew what I had to do.I discovered my father in the garden of the courtyard-after training he always came here. By this time the old stone bench under the willow tree had almost grown to fit his body.I came near him, whereupon he arose and look

A FORGOTTEN FLAMENicholas’ POVThe torches in the palace’s lower levels always flickered like they knew things.Down here, the air felt heavier—like memory itself had a weight. The underground archive hadn’t been opened in months. Maybe years. Dust coiled in the corners like nesting serpents. Scrolls lined the walls in iron-cased columns, ancient leather bindings worn to the bone. And every breath I took tasted like secrets that had refused to die.The royal scribe, Darion—an older wolf with ink-stained fingers and a spine bent by decades of knowledge—stood beside me in silence. He held a lantern, its golden light shaking with every shift of his hand.“You’re sure this is the oldest registry we have?” I asked, flipping through thick parchment pages that crackled like leaves in autumn.“Pre-dates even your grandfather’s reign,” he muttered. “If anything’s been erased from this, it wasn’t done lightly.”That was the problem.It had been erased.I stared at the family tree I had requeste

YOU HAD NO RIGHTAzaria’s POVThe courtyard of the palace was thronged with its familiar chorus--the milling troops practising with synchronized growls, the rhythmic clang of steel, noble wolves chanting along the arched walkways. The smell of smoke and the odour of the tired flesh of men, and of sweat, hungover morning.And when I opened the door the world stood still.It wasn’t because I was royalty.It was because I was breathing such an anger that the air buzzed.Eyes glanced at me curious, careful. However, I had eyes only on two persons.Nicholas and Ashley.They stood by the middle fountain, where the water danced lazily and as seen in the distance, they seemed to be peaceful. She bent over him and her hand was gently touching his arm almost as though she was pinning him to the ground. His shoulders were sagging, his face darkened with tiredness, and another feeling availed itself, guilt perhaps.I didn’t slow.Didn’t hesitate.I was a storm walking on two feet.Nicholas sensed

The Slap Heard Across the BloodlineNicholas’s POVThe slap was so violent, that my face turned its side to the power of the hand of Ashley, and the courtyard was silenced the second, as much as the air got paralyzed by what happened.She stood before me, heaving of breast, flushed with rage and heart-break."You spoiled it all.” she hissed. Do you know what you did? You meessed everything up.”I lost my head, and bent my eyes. “Ash—”"No. Don't even say anything." The tone was broken as the voice shook at the brink of anger. "You see, when she never will forgive me, when I shall lose her, then it will all be your fault."I had a step back, and more than the slap reeled. I had never seen Ashley angry before, hell, I had even been the subject of some of Ashley crazy remarks, but this was not it.This was betrayal.“You went behind her back. Behind mine.” Her hands were shaking. “You went into her past, Nicholas. Her mother’s name. Her pain. Without even telling me. Without warning her.