Semua Bab Bad Boy Alpha: Bab 151 - Bab 160

Thicker Than BloodAzaria’s POVA stiff castle built upon the bones of this earth in shadow and on stone.The magic that was woven into it could be sensed even at the distance. Old. Cursed. It clawed at my senses, thick as oil, trying to blind me before I even reached the gates.Ashley was still recovering in a warded glade below the cliffs, under protection. I’d left her behind with a promise: I’ll bring them back. All of them. Or I won’t come back at all.I climbed alone.Each step closer, the pull in my chest grew heavier.Not just the bond—but something else.Something colder. Hungrier.The echo of Nicholas still lived inside me… but it was distant now. As if he’d been buried beneath layers of fog. And something darker was stirring in his place.I shoved the thought aside and pressed forward, heart pounding.My siblings were here.I knew it.And I wasn’t leaving without them.---The gates loomed tall and silent.I didn’t knock.I burned them open.That magic exploded out my palms

Choose Me, Choose DeathAzaria’s POVMy blade flashed, and caught the sickly, pulsing source of the magic ring under me.The edge still smelt of poison, nightshade poison thick and metallic, and stinging my nose. This wasn’t just a ceremonial dagger. It was a weapon forged to end alphas. Cleanly. Permanently.“It’s strong enough to kill him in seconds,” my mother said, like she was telling me something reassuring. “No mess. No screams. Just… release.”Her dark hair in a snake-like coil because made up in a braid, and around me stood her draped in her silver ceremonial robes. There was nothing exciting in her voice, though her eyes were fired with what she wanted done.The chains behind me were rattling. My siblings were kneeling, the wrists chained in damned iron, the edges of their mouths streaked with blood. Gagged. Wide-eyed. Terrified. The red spell-circle in which they lay glowing radiantly throbbed rhythmically to my own heart-beat--the hunger of it increased in volume with every

The ChoiceAzaria’s POVThe pain came in waves—sharp, cold, like claws dragging down my spine.I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t even cry. My lungs locked as magic roared inside me, pressing against my bones like they were cages.Then the visions began.Flickers at first—flashes like broken glass—then whole images. Too vivid. Too real.My twin siblings, shackled in glowing iron chains. Their wrists were burned raw where the metal met skin. They were in separate cells, ancient ones laced with runes. Both of them were on their knees. Barely conscious. Their auras pulsed faintly, like the dying embers of a fire.“No—no, no,” I gasped, falling to my knees as the vision twisted into clarity. “Not again…”My mother’s voice coiled around the image like smoke. Cold. Elegant. Vicious.“You chose wrong, daughter. You had one job—return to your bloodline. And still, you stray. Now… you get to choose again.”The vision pulsed, sharpening until I could see their eyes. Elion, too weak

The Disguised OneAzaria’s POVThe forest was silent in a way that made her skin crawl.Azaria stepped through the mist-shrouded woods, clutching the talisman that glowed softly in her palm. The crystal had once belonged to her father, and if her instincts were right, it could send a pulse of energy he would recognize—see they had no access to mobile phones.“Dad… if you’re out there,” she whispered into the wind, her voice low and filled with agony and desperation, “please let me know the twins are safe. And also be safe.”The trees that surrounded her, listened as if it had been waiting for her.Passing into an opening she fell upon her knees and deposited the talisman. Muttered words in the old tongue, words which Nicholas had heard her in her sleep utter, and the stone glowed with a clearer light. There was a hushed sound of some sort of hum.Her words were barely finished when the wind shifted.A low growl.Azaria stood up fast, her eyes glowing. “Who’s there?”From the shadows e

When Wolves CryAzaria’s POVThe way to the cave of the Blood Circle personal smell of the pungency of yesteryear soul and traitor. I ought to have expected that it was a trap. I was running so fast the bottoms of my feet scarcely touched the ground, and wolf and witch blood were stirring like a storm within. The winds were whistling around me, the branches tearing at my flesh like the reaching of desperate hands like the forest was bidding me to be ware of it, and turn back.But I couldn’t.Not when I felt my siblings' pain echoing through our bloodline like a dagger scraping bone.“Hold on,” I whispered between breaths. “I’m coming.”The rocks were slick with blood—fresh, hot, and metallic. My breath hitched.Twins.Instantly I entered the cave and light engulfed me, blind and cutting as the strike of a knife. I was heartbroken when my sight became clear.There they were.But how?Weren't they with them?Ariana and Aiden—my blood, my heart—chained in a crude circle, bound by glowing