All Chapters of Bad Boy Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Pieces on the CourtAZARIA'S POVAs soon as Nicholas started to walk away, all the people around me looked suddenly relieved. The collective stress that was woven among everyone grew less noticeable. There was once more a faint murmur and a clinking of utensils as the cafeteria grew relaxed.Ashley stood and let out an annoyed breath as soon as he walked away. “I swear, he needs a full-time babysitter, and they are not paying me enough for all this.”She said almost to herself as she threw her napkin down and left after him. I ended up sitting there with just Killian.It felt quite awkward especially with the silence but for some reason, it still felt calm.He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t have to. I could tell he was looking my way. I couldn’t help but watch his hands.Still. Resting lightly on the table. Oddly calm, in a way Nicholas doesn’t show anymore.“You okay?” he asked finally.My nod wasn’t sincere. “Are you?”He chuckled—a soft, low sound. “Someone has looked at me like

Cracks in the FrameNICHOLAS' POVThe classroom walls were blurring.I noticed Marcel talking next to me, but I couldn't hear any of his words.My attention was still with what happened during the game. How Killian kept going even when it looked like it would have been easier to walk away. How he was looking at her. How she was looking at him.I figured I was reading too much into things. I wished it was only something happening in my mind.But it wasn’t.I squeezed the desk as I kept seeing the same thing over and over. Killian was standing extremely close to Azaria, while she looked at him for an extra second. I kept thinking about it since the game was over. All I could manage to think about was that now.The noise increasing in the hallway barely got my attention until Marcel began to speak.“Some girls are fighting. Let’s go check it out.”I started to frown deeply and then quickly started walking toward the noise. We went into the room right as the screaming started.What I saw

Ashes of My TrustAZARIA'S POVI woke up with a violent gasp as my lungs pulled the air as if I had been drowning. My body jerked up and was instantly kept back – forceful arms hugged me tightly.“Azaria,” whispered Killian beside my ear in that husky and quiet tone of his. "It’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re safe."His hand moved in circles on my back as I shook in his arms. His jacket’s scent, the warmth of his arms – everything should have made me grounded, but my mind was a vortex.The images wouldn’t stop. The girls, their laugh, the cold floor. My body, limp and failing.I thought I had slipped back down until I looked around.Ashley was standing at the foot of the bed, both fists tightly clenched and her knuckles turning white. Her eyes sparkled and her face was furious.Marcel was just in the back with a low head and his hands in his pockets. He stood quiet, as if he did not fit in the room.But Nicholas...He wasn’t there.The only one I had looked for with my eyes and heart

When Guilt Wears a NameNICHOLAS’ POVShe didn’t scream. She didn’t throw anything.She just… said the truth. And it did this in a way that rage could never do.“I don’t hate you. However, I no longer rely on you too much anymore”.Those words had kept playing back in my mind. Every syllable beat like the drumbeat in my chest, loud and in bearing judgement. I stayed on in the same room long after Azaria had gone; surrounded by silence that didn’t want to stay still. The smell of her was still in the air: tea warm, and something floral. Something soft. Something I lost.I put my back against the wall and took a quick breath while running a hand through my hair. “You messed up, Nicholas,” I muttered to myself. “You really messed up.”That’s how Marcel found me. Half slumped against the door frame, with my jaw clenched so hard it actually hurt.“Hey,” he said cautiously. “You okay?”“No,” I answered bluntly.“Do I look like someone that you are okay with?”He made that look he had always

The Hurt in Our EyesAzaria's POVI stood there, frozen in place, just watching what was happening in front of me. Selene Lynx, with bleached hair and smooth skin, came right out onto the court like it was her own, jumping into Nicholas’s arms.He didn’t pull back.He didn’t even flinch.And then, the kiss.The crowd gasped. Someone whistled. I heard a few chuckles. My lungs squeezed shut. My fingers gripped tight on the wooden bench I was sitting on. The sting of betrayal hurt so much it seemed to burn my throat, but I managed to hold back the tears and got through it.I wasn’t supposed to care. I wasn’t supposed to feel any way at all.But my blood boiled anyway.And then I stood. Quickly. Harshly. Without a word.Ashley followed close behind me, giving off a quiet sigh. “After making a big fuss about how much he likes you, and giving you that look that says he cares,” she rolled her eyes and said, “I knew it. We shouldn’t trust my brother.”I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.I walked out