Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bad Boy Alpha: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Dreams don't lieAZARIA POVMorning sunlight fell through the half opened blinds, shining faint lines in the room. The remnants of last night’s dream still clouding my head, I blinked against it. My heart was uneasy, my body sluggish; I pulled myself out of my sleep for about half an hour or so, looking blankly at the walls before somehow falling back asleep.But even sleep wasn’t peace.In the morning, I was more silent than I usually was. Aunt knocked, took my room in, asked if I wanted breakfast, and I weakly smiled and declined. Although she didn’t press further, she could tell things felt off but didn’t push me to explain. Watering the vines, dad was out in the garden. Slung over my shoulder was a backpack, and I looked down, avoiding eye contact with him as I walked through the hallway. Not to them, I wasn’t ready to talk about it.I was unsettled by the dream. It felt so real.It was full silence till I walked to school. No fluttering birds. No rustling leaves. Even the wind se

Lessons in the QuietNICHOLAS POVI arrived to class later than I normally do, my step being slower than it was supposed to be. It wasn’t even until Marcel leaned over the desk next to me eyeing me as if I had managed to sprout horns that I hadn’t even realised I was brooding.“Alright,” he said in a low voice. “Who pooped in your royal breakfast?”I didn’t respond immediately. I looked at the front of the class, the logger talking drowned out only background noise, like the hum of bees. What I heard were Ashley’s words, Azaria’s voice shaking. The look in her eyes. I clenched my jaw while folding my arms.Marcel nudged me again. “Nicholas,” he hissed. “Talk to me. What happened?”I glanced at him. Marcel had known me from the days since I saved him from his bullies, he definitely could read me faster than my own parents.Though with the titles and the pressure and the crown heir all dreaming to have me reflect what all had to carry on their shoulders in a kingdom they had to learn abo

When Sparks ClashAZARIA POVAshley had this irritating thing of dragging me into things I had conspired nothing with before. And by annoying, I mean, from time to time even life-saving. Like today.‘Come on, Azaria,’ she had said after school, virtually pulling my arm off. “We will have to check out the newly introduced training gadgets. They’ve just changed them, the motion sensors, they’ve added a bit of an AI dummy which will kind of adjust to your level of power.”I groaned,“Sounds really great to be punched in the throat”.Ashley rolled her eyes. “That’s the point. It, you hit, not the other way around. Now scoot your cute but tired self before Marcel takes up all the cool things’.I let her tow me down the halls of the palace and out into the field beyond the academy and beyond the palace training quarters. The evening wind was a sharp thing, hissings secrets to me that I did not want to know. Similar to how Nicholas hadn’t spoken to me in days. Or how the silence between us wa

A NEW FOUND PEACE AZARIA'S POVThe eastern gardens were less pristine than the rest of the grounds at the palace – more free, a little overgrown in the corners but that made them feel real. Unpolished. Just as nature had been allowed to breathe here.We leaned back on a stone bench, next to a fountain, and the soothing gurgle of water made a great background noise. The sun began to set steadily; shining the gold out on the leaves.Killian didn’t speak right away. He just outstretched his arms behind and his eyes now forever scanning the clouds.“You ever get the feeling that you’re meant for more but you’re just not quite sure what “more” should mean yet?” he asked eventually.I blinked, surprised. "All the time."He stared at me at that point, and there was something in his eyes, curiosity perhaps, or simply a quiet understanding.“I was a lot on the move in my childhood. Different packs, different people. Never really put down roots. But this place … it’s something else about it.”

Trouble in a UniformNICHOLAS POVMy body moved through the hallways of its own accord, I felt trapped though, mind possessed of him.Killian.Hearing his name turned my mouth sour, the bitterness clung long after yesterday’s meeting. At the first sight, it's him standing next to Azaria and Ashley, as if it belonged there, and in that wow I realized who he really is.He was the essence of trouble with charm and secrets. The sort that smiled with connotation and chatted each word trying to seduce you.And Azaria… God. She actually found him funny enough to laugh. The same girl that never wanted to engage with me. The very same girl who would always seem to be whom I was standing next to. Her laughter just kept playing on loop in my head. I just couldn’t stop.I was so distracted that I didn’t see anyone walking towards me, until I pancaked them.“Romeo, slow down,” Marcel ribbed and had found his footing with a playful smirk. “Your mind is miles away because you got up this morning. It