All Chapters of Bad Boy Alpha: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The War PrinceNicholas’s POVI never thought I’d wear it.The ceremonial armor of the Alpha Regent of War.It gleamed like molten night, black steel forged from moonstone and star iron, passed down through generations and sealed beneath the palace centuries ago. A relic of kings. Of conquerors.Of men like my father.Not me.I had always walked a different path. The strategist. The protector. The shadow that moved behind the crown.But tonight, there were no shadows left to hide in.I stood before the mirror, hands rigid at my sides as the royal blacksmith buckled the last piece of armor into place across my chest. The sigil of the royal bloodline burned in silver over my heart, the crescent fang wrapped in flame.My reflection didn’t blink.A crownless king. A grieving mate. A soldier built from broken promises.Ashley stood to the side, watching me like she wasn’t sure whether to salute or scream. “You look like him,” she said finally.My jaw clenched. “Don’t say that.”“Then be b

The Puppet He FearsNicholas’s POVThe woods were too quiet.Not the silence of peace, but the silence before a storm.And every step I took along the northern ridge had my nerves crawling like ice over my skin. My senses shouted in my face to turn around, to re-group, to wait until tomorrow morning. But somehow I had been drawn to this place, something more than intuition.A pull. A whisper.Her.Azaria.I’d felt it in my sleep. A shift in the bond. Like her magic reached out in warning or in goodbye.And now I was chasing a shadow with my name on its blade.---The ambush was perfect.Steel sang through the trees without warning.Wolves came from the darkness, their eyes blazing with fouled magic, their armor imprinted with glyphs I had not seen for thousands of years. I did not have long to lift my blade before they came in, feral and fast.I fought without thinking.One down. Two more followed.Another went for my throat, but a silver tipped dagger sank into his chest before he co

The Last Promise Before WarNicholas’s POVI returned half-conscious, drenched in blood that was mostly mine.At the first gallop the camp gates were opened, and the gasps came like the swash of waves. Guards started to surround me and pounce on me as I slipped out of the saddle and my boots landed in the ground with an awful smack.I didn’t feel the pain anymore.That was the worst part.Pain would’ve meant I still cared what happened to me.But the numbness? That was dangerous.Because it meant I was slipping.And I couldn’t afford to slip—not when she was still out there.Not when Azaria was still fading.Ashley ran to me first.She shoved two guards aside, and grabbed hold of my arm, so that I pitched full length. I attempted to disengage myself, I could not be perceived in this manner but she clutched me all the more, and led the way into the tent of the healer with some secret urgency.“Gods, Nick,” she whispered. “What happened?”I did not answer till the healers began chopping

Letters Never SentNicholas’s POVI didn’t mean to find the box.We hadn’t been back to the old hideout in months. Maybe years, though time blurred after the Red Moon. The dust was everywhere, and forgotten cobwebs, like the skeleton of a world which was still, was all over the place. I was on a pilgrimage, seeking something to which I could not have put a name, perhaps a fragment of my own personality which I had lost on the way.It was hidden in the hole behind the fireplace, between the dusty cloaks and the spell scrolls, that loose stone Azaria always claimed she was going to fix even after I made jokes that she was obsessed with neatness. She used to tuck wildflowers and stolen sweets behind there. I remember laughing once when she called it her “emergency stash.”But this time, it wasn’t sweets.It was a box.Small, wooden, and worn smooth with age. It bore the mark of our rebel sigil, two crescent moons overlapping, etched delicately in faded gold.My hand hovered over the lid.

When Stars CryNicholas’s POVThe battlefield was a storm of screams and shadow.Steel clanged. Magic tore the skies apart. The air was smothered with blood and smoke and rage. I no longer saw the horizon of the plain, and I saw only the collision of light and blackness that was scattering over the earth as though the world itself were being torn asunder.I didn’t feel fear.Not anymore.Only purpose.I moved through the chaos with the Moonshard Blade gleaming in my grip. Every swing shattered another wraith. Every breath drew closer to her.Selene stood at the center of it all, floating just above the battlefield, cloaked in wind and black flame. Her eyes found me the moment I cut through her last line of corrupted knights.She smiled.Then the sky split.She descended like a star falling to kill.We met in the eye of the storm.Her magic came in, the dark curses smacking on my chest. I flew back, landed with such force as to break bone, but rolled and sprang up again, and was chargi