บททั้งหมดของ Bad Boy Alpha: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Believe meAZARIA POVWe walked out from the building with Nicholas hand still firm on my waist, pairs of eyes and murmurs filled the air.I swear if this incident reached the ears of Ashley, I don't mind if he was the upcoming Alpha king, I would murder him and get away with it.“Can you let me go now?”I huffed angrily, hitting his hands off my waist but he refused to let go.“Your Highness…” my father called out.Nicholas faced him with a sheepish look on his face, “call me Nicholas sir, I don't mind.”“Alright then, Nicholas, on behalf of my rude daughter, I want to thank you for everything you've done for my family.”Rude?!Did my own father just call me rude?Did he not see the way this man keeps teasing me?“It's fine sir, we will soon be inlaws, so it's quite normal,” he replied calmly.I managed to escape from his grasp rushing to my father's side, “I never accepted anything, so whatever you're doing is out of your own goodwill.”My father hit me, “Ouch! Dad… but it's true, a

FRIEND OR FOENICHOLAS POVAriana left the room defeated, Azaria slammed the door shut, rage in her eyes.“You…”She rushed to me, I managed to dodge her attack but she pursued me around her room.She tripped and landed on my body, this wasn't good at all, she rose to her feet immediately turning around when she noticed my shirt had lost two buttons.“It's your fault…” she muttered, still refusing to look at me.I had a grin plastered on my face, “how so?” My tone was laced with mockery.“If you hadn't broken my door lock, I wouldn't be–” she turned angrily but turned back, “put in a sticky situation with Ariana.”“And where the hell is your shirt?”“What it's not like you haven't seen me half-naked before?”“Just stay there, I'll get you something you can wear,” she dashed out from the room.I chuckled lightly, reaching into my pocket, I called Marcel.“Wassup…”“I need Intel on Mr. Landon and what he does, in an hour, nothing should be left out, also I need leads on what happened du

WHAT DOES HE TRULY WANT?AZARIA'S POVI hated this. The pressure. The expectations. The bond.Wasn’t the mate bond supposed to feel magical? Natural? Easy?It was ridiculous that when Nicholas looked at me it felt like a war zone in my chest.I remembered his cocky smirk, how his eyes mellowed out when there was no one around. I remembered that what he tried to protect me from was that bodyguard—he told me I mattered and his voice shook.And yet…I also remembered how he barged into my space like he owned it, how he teased without care, how his wolf presence seemed to overshadow everything else.Was that love?Or was it just instinct?Was I just another prize for an alpha to claim?I buried my face into my arms.What if he didn’t ask me to be his mate because he loved me?What if he just saw something useful in me—something strategic? A girl with a strong lineage, a link to something he needed, a way to gain favor with my family?The thought turned painfully in my chest.I didn’t want

THE SUSPICIONS UNFOLDNICHOLAS POVI slammed the door to my private room shut, the tension from the argument with Ashley still simmering in my chest. Her words had cut deeper than she realized. I didn’t care what she thought of me, but a woman who thought that little of my intentions with Azaria, stung more than I expected. I exhaled with a sharp exhale as I ran my hand through my hair. I was all over the place and needed some clarity from my mind.Marcel was thankfully already seated at the edge of the long dark oak table which dominated the center of the room. The glow from the chandelier above cast sharp shadows across his face.His fingers beat slowly against the surface of the surface before he muttered, "You're late."Certain fact in hand, I pulled a chair out across from him and replied, "Ashley made herself a problem again."Marcel scoffed. "Isn't she always?""What do you have for me?"He pushed a thick folder towards me, and I opened it. "Mr. Landon... isn’t who he appears t

A DREAM OR A WARNING?AZARIA'S POVBrushing cold fingers to my skin were the gusts of wind through the thick canopy of leaves. I gasped, clutching myself thinking I could understand what was happening.But I was dead sure—I was certain—that I had just been in my room. For now, I was standing barefoot in the middle of a very thick forest. The air was damp and heavy. It smelled of moss, wet bark. The dirt path under my feet glowed with the slithered moonlight through the trees."What the hell?" Heart pounding against my ribs, I whispered to myself.It was all surreal, a dream yet the sharp chill on my skin confirmed it wasn’t. I turned around trying to find a landmark, a cabin, anything. However, it seemed to go on forever in every direction and there was little to tell the one path from the next. I was like I was dropped in a looping maze.Carefully, I moved forward, my bare feet crushing twigs and leaves. At every sound, every rustle, my head twisted. I didn’t belong here. I shouldn't