All Chapters of Bad Boy Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The Woman in the WoodsAzaria’s POVThe forest greeted me as though it had waited for me.This was pretty ancient and thick, and it hung in all directions, branches wreathed together like arms and leaves rustling secrets that I could not hear as yet. Mist hugged the mossy earth and overhead the sun hardly kissed the tree tops. The Border Forests. I’d heard stories, warnings, and old campfire tales meant to scare children.But the moment I stepped past the edge, I felt something entirely different.Recognition.It wasn’t just instinct pulling me here. It was something older, deeper. Dreams. Visions. A thousand fragments I’d stitched together in silence.The strange symbols that showed up in the margins of my nightmares.The picture I found months before shoved in the backside of one of the old books of my father. A girl, fair, with the hair of mine, with my eyes, standing at a wayside of a forest. There was no label, no date. Just the faint trace of a handprint over the image—like some

The Price of SecretsNicholas’s POVThe mansion reared above the hill like a too cumbersome memory.The heavens over it were blurred into hazy gray, as though it was even the clouds themselves had stopped to mourn. I hadn’t been here in a while—not since the fight between Azaria and me, not since she slammed the door on everything we built with a look in her eyes that haunted me even in sleep.Not since her father made it clear that anyone loyal to the crown—or me—was no longer welcome inside.But I wasn’t here for sympathy. I wasn’t here to seek forgiveness.I was here for the truth.I pulled the jeep under the old, bent cedar tree which was bending like a sentinel at the outskirts of the courtyard. Ivy climbed the stone walls like veins under weathered skin. Windows were dark. I mounted the stone steps one by one more heavy than the other. Within a single moment my heart had beaten up against my ribs like war drums as I neared the door.Nevertheless I knocked.The door opened secon

Blood and BetrayalAzaria’s POVThe air had changed.I felt it before I opened my eyes—thicker, heavier, like the cottage itself had stopped pretending. As though it now was no longer wearing its mask.I woke, and, not a little slowly, out of the small, wooden-framed bed, the blankets about me tangled in a sleepless sleep. My heart beat too loudly in my ears, and whispers that I heard outside my window were not wind anymore.They felt like warnings.Something was wrong.The hearth fire was out, in spite of the fact that my mother had always made a practice to keep it alight, on the ground of protection. Shadow filled the room corners, like stains that would not go away.I dropped my legs to the floor, which was cold and I grabbed the dagger considered I placed under my pillow some time ago because I had seen how weird her eyes were. Not rage. Not fear.Control.That’s what she wanted.And suddenly, I could feel it in the walls—the layers of charm and spellwork weren’t just for safety.

Fangs and FireNicholas’ POV*MOMENT EARLIER*The pain hit like lightning.One second, I was gripping the edge of the shrine’s window frame, breathing through the cold night air.The next—I doubled over with a roar.My hand ignited in searing fire. Not literal—but something far worse. Deeper. The bond.Azaria.Ashley turned sharply. “Nicholas?”I looked at my hand, the veins glowing faint gold under my skin.The mark. The damn mate mark.It burned across my wrist like a brand—sacred, ancient, and dying.“She’s in trouble,” I growled, already sprinting to the car. “Move. Now.”Azaria’s father followed without a word, his own face pale, lips pressed in fury.Ashley jumped into the back seat as I slammed into the driver’s side and hit the ignition.The forest roads twisted violently as the engine screamed beneath us.I didn’t care.All I knew was this: She was calling me.And she was fading.---Ashley gripped the seat tightly as I swerved a corner.“Nicholas, slow down—”“Do you feel t

Cracks in the BondAzaria’s POVThe world came back in pieces.A breath.A heartbeat.The gentle sway of motion. The smell of pine and blood and sweat.And then—warmth.Not from fire.From him.I stirred, eyes fluttering open to soft light filtering through slanted beams above me. We weren’t in the forest anymore. Not in the stone chamber or my mother’s cursed cottage.This was… somewhere safe.My head was on the chest of Nicholas. His arms were round me,and I could feel I should disappear had he released me. I did not move for a moment. I only heard the heart beating of the fellow against my ears and allowed myself to fancy I was alive.“Azaria,” he whispered, drawing himself away a little that he might see my face.I stared at him and then blinked.“I had thought that I had lost you,” he whispered.“You didn't,” I rasped out, “I did not die.”The fact was I did not know how much I was.It was a little room, wooden, with a smell of cedar and ancient stone. An outpost, maybe. A field