My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Strong Enemy

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Chapter 100

~Author’s POV~

Kieran didn’t spare Titania another glance.

He rolled his neck lazily, letting the tension in his shoulders settle as he turned from the courtyard. His shoes clicked softly against the polished tiles, Lucie trailing just behind.

"We need to go," she murmured, her voice back to its usual poised tone. "Ms. Heart just messaged—Principal Whitmore’s arrived. She wants to meet you in his office."

Kieran’s eyes didn’t shift from the path ahead. "About time," he said simply.

Lucie nodded, silently matching his pace. Around them, students parted in waves, the air shifting with whispers and barely-contained curiosity.

As soon as their figures disappeared around the corner, the brightness in the courtyard dulled—not from shadow, but from something darker.

Titania stood frozen, her nails digging so deep into her palm that a thin rivulet of blood slipped past her knuckle. Her breath came fast, shallow. Rage curled in her gut like venom coiling in a glass vial, ready to shatter.

Lellies saw it too late.

The scent of blood caught her nose just before she saw it, and she immediately stepped forward, lowering her gaze in submission.

"Princess Ti," she began softly, her voice strained, "I apologise for putting you in such a vulnerable position. You didn’t want to show us your crown today... but we begged. And you only wore it because we insisted, and he... Alpha Kieran insul—"

"He did not insult me!" Titania snapped, her voice cracking the silence around her like glass breaking underfoot.

Lellies flinched and lowered her head further, strands of black hair falling forward like a curtain to hide her expression. Her tanned skin shimmered beneath the morning sun, but she said nothing more.

Titania’s breathing grew erratic. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of humiliation.

How dare he?

How dare that smug, sharp-eyed wolf talk down to her like she was some peasant with a plastic tiara?

Her blood boiled. She could feel her magic pulsing beneath her skin, whispering sweet and violent ideas.

Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fist tighter, ignoring the sting and stares. But just when Lellies thought she was going to be okay, a raw, piercing, unfiltered, ear-blocking scream tore through her lips.

"Aaaarrrrgh!"

Gasps rang out nearby as students turned in shock. Some backed away, others simply watched in silence, stunned.

Titania didn’t care.

She didn’t care about appearances anymore. Not when her pride had been bruised in front of everyone.

Not when her magic had gone ignored. Not when someone as arrogant as Kieran dared to look through her... and only see Valerie.

"Oh, the game is on," she hissed under her breath, chest heaving. Her lips curled into a twisted, sharp and poisonous smile.

"Alpha Kieran," she whispered, dragging his name through her teeth like it was venom, "your precious Valerie... will be the one to pay."

Her eyes shimmered—not with tears, but with a vengeful gleam.

"She’ll be my scapegoat. Every step she takes, I’ll be there. Every breath she draws, I’ll crush beneath my heel. And when she finally breaks..." her voice dropped to a purr, "I’ll be there to gloat. To let you watch her fall—because she dared to offend a princess."

Titania spun on her heel, her hair flashing like sunlight on sharpened blades. Her footsteps rang loud and proud as she stormed toward class, leaving behind only a smear of blood and the ghost of a threat that promised ruin.

Behind her, Lellies slowly straightened, swallowing the dread that clawed its way up her throat.

This wasn’t about pride anymore. It was about war. And the first blow had just been dealt, but deep down, she was sure Valerie would lose, and when the Alpha Princes saw she wasn’t worth it, they’d withdraw and focus all of their love and devotion to Titania.

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~Valerie’s POV~

Solstice [4:32 a.m.]: You were right. The Nightshade emblem is a corrupted version of the old Alliance crest. One was banned after the Blood Pact Rebellion. Someone tried to erase its existence from the archives... but I found a trace.

Solstice [4:33 a.m.]: Professor Rhys Anderlyn. His name appears three times in connection with the file’s restoration permissions.

"Rosebound in shadow, forged in silence. The bearer of this mark holds the key to the fracture."

My thumb hovered over a footnote Solstice had highlighted—an entry on blood pacts and forgotten heirlines—when a sharp, pricking sensation raced up the back of my neck. free𝑤ebnovel.com

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