All Chapters of Bad Boy Alpha: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

The Land of EchoesAzaria’s POVAt first, there was only silence.Not peace. Not stillness.But a silence too great to measure which beat in my very bones vibrating louder than a yell.My eyes were opened gradually. The sky over my head was glittering with colours that were not on the waking source shimmering lavenders bleeding to gold, silver stars caught on their breaths gasped still on the lap. There was a pair of moons overhead, one a complete moon the other broken like a mirror that had broken because it had held too much light.I was in bed on pale grass, under tree-less trees. They lazily swung above the earth moving like they were in water. Nothing made sense. Not the air. Not the gravity. Not the ache in my chest.Where was I?Who was I?I stood, slowly, my limbs heavier than I remembered. My feet made no sound against the earth or what passed for earth here. Everything felt... like a memory dreaming of itself.I walked.Because I could not do otherwise.The forest rumbled in

When the Best Friend BreaksAshley’s POVThey all expected me to be the strong one.The composed one.The Alpha King’s daughter. The war heroine. The strategic mind behind half the victories that saved this cursed kingdom. The one who never cracked.What they didn’t understand, what they couldn’t understand was that none of that mattered without her.Azaria.My sister in everything but blood.And now she was... not dead. Not alive. Gone, in the worst possible way.Her body lay intact, untouched by the rot that consumed Selene’s shadows. But her soul? The healers said it was “beyond reach.”I hated them for saying that.I hated everyone.It started with small things.Snapping at the head healer when he adjusted Azaria’s IV wrong. Slamming a council report back into the hands of a stunned diplomat when he asked for my thoughts. Glaring so hard at the palace guards that they started pretending not to see me when I stormed past.Then I yelled at my own father.Most of his life had been sp

The Mirror TrialAzaria’s POVThere was no sky here.No ceiling, no horizon, no stars.Just an endless silver void, like fog laced with moonlight, stretching in every direction. I walked through it barefoot, my steps silent. The ground beneath me was cool and untextured, like glass, but it didn’t reflect me.Nothing did.Until I reached the mirrors.All of them not the same height, but curving in odd unstable ways. They moved lightly, as though they had a pulse, with curling and trembling silvery flanks like water that a wisp of breath had stirred.The Memory Keeper had been behind them, clad in that heavy mantle of his everlasting silence, his glowing eyes staring at me like his book still in progress.“You’ve come far,” he said in a voice like broken glass.I said nothing.Not yet.He stepped aside, gesturing toward the first mirror.“This is who you were.”I hesitated then looked.A small girl stared back at me.Eight years old, maybe. Hair tangled. Eyes too wide. She wore a faded

The ReturnAshley’s POVThe corridors never seemed so long.My pulse was pounding against my rib cage so I ran through it, nurses shouting behind me, sounds that were more like a background blur behind the thunder in my ears. Not in fear… no. In hope. In disbelief.“She moved… she opened her eyes!”I didn’t want to believe it.Not again.We’d had too many false alarms. Twitch and breath and flutter of lashes that never reached its close without heartbreak. Too often Nicholas had cried wolf, gazing at her with the expectation that she might first turn into a life form, that love was the sole means by which to pull an individual out of nowhere.Yet it was not the same sensation in the air this time. My bones were shaking. My soul wouldn’t let me stay still.I pushed the door open and…She was looking at me.Azaria.Eyes open.Breathing.Alive.I clawed back against the wall where I could not hear the machines suddenly. The little sighs and nonsensings faded to blankness with the rest of

A Kingdom RebornNicholas’s POVThe sun was pouring down golden light on the palace grounds and to the marble corridors it gave a pleasant sense of warmth. Things had been weighing heavy on my chest since weeks since Azaria came back and I felt the weight getting smaller. Every morning I would wake up to hear her voice. I slept every night knowing I had her with me. Alive. Breathing. Whole.The kingdom felt different now. It was not only that the danger had lessened, though that was part of it. It was the way Azaria stood beside me. She was not an ornament for the court to admire from a distance, nor a silent shadow following my steps. She was my equal in every sense, my partner in ruling and in life.That morning, we sat together in the council chamber. The war table stretched between us, cluttered with maps, coded letters, and markers in deep red ink where the last of Selene’s loyalists were believed to hide. The threat had not been erased. The serpent still had teeth. But now, for