My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Blood Moon Masquerade Party

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Chapter 103

~Valerie’s POV~

I still hadn’t forgiven Dristan. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

On the day of our shopping trip, Dristan hovered around me like some glorified guard dog in a leather jacket, watching every move I made, making it painfully obvious I wouldn’t sneak away unnoticed.

I’d been this close to ditching them all. But with his looming presence and Emerald’s eyes tracking me like a falcon with caffeine, I ended up in the cab with the rest of them—stuffed between Astraea’s hair and Isla’s perfume.

Now, the Blood Moon Masquerade had finally arrived.

Crescent Hall’s entrance glowed crimson under spell-laced chandeliers, enchantments floating in the air like rose-scented snow.

Soft orchestral music gave way to haunting vocals and low drum beats as the night thickened. Every inch of the ballroom was cloaked in velvet and silver, masked students swirling in graceful chaos.

I stepped in last, behind Isla and Emerald.

I’d chosen my own dress, separate from the one Dristan had picked.

A stormy sapphire blue that kissed my collarbone and hugged my waist. The satin was soft but simple, the hem ending mid-thigh at the front and cascading in layers at the back.

It wasn’t scandalous—but it showed just enough leg and back to whisper danger without screaming it.

The sheer sleeves clung to my arms like mist, and a delicate silver chain ran from the low neckline to the base of my throat. My mask, pale silver with etched blue frostwork, revealed more than it hid.

And when I stepped into the ballroom, I felt it.

His gaze.

It latched onto me like gravity.

Dristan was already inside, dressed in sleek black, mask sharp like a raven’s wing. His jaw ticked. I could feel the growl pulsing beneath his breath from across the room.

I smiled, slowly but deliberately.

"You think you can just dictate my life, Dristan? Sorry. Such a shame that I don’t follow rules."

I made my way toward the drinks table, and it didn’t take long. I sensed the shift in energy before I saw him. A shadow moved, fast and quiet. Then suddenly, he was there.

"Do you care so little about your reputation, mate?" His voice was low, rough but I didn’t flinch.

"Mate?" I asked slowly, letting the world roll off my tongue. "Reputation?" I tilted my head and scoffed. "Nope, but I should be asking you that. No one knows you’re my mate. Funny how you choked on the word during our little shopping trip the last time like it was poison."

His eyes flared. "Easier to swallow when I haven’t heard it from your mouth either. Are you ashamed of me?"

I laughed, the sound was bitter and short. "Right back at you, Alpha. Are you?"

His mask didn’t hide the flicker of something behind his gaze. Something wild and extra territorial.

Dristan stepped forward. I moved back—only to find my escape blocked by the edge of the drinks table.

Quickly, his hand wrapped around my waist before I could blink, pulling me in. Just enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin.

"You want to test that theory," he whispered, his face so close I could count the gold flecks in his irises, "and get your answer?"

My breath caught. Dristan’s lips were just there, hovering. My heart slammed against my ribs as he drew closer, his nose already touching mine.

I gulped, swallowed but found it hard to break away. My first thought was kneeing him in the groin but that would pout a bigger target on my back.

And then—

"VALERIE!" Astraea’s voice sliced through the air like a whip of relief. "Dance floor. Now."

She grabbed my arm without even sparing Dristan a glance. His glare could’ve melted walls, but I didn’t care.

"Glad your cousin didn’t save me," I muttered, yanking free and fleeing into the swirl of bodies and lights. Because I knew had Isla come, she’d have left me there and watched as Dristan took his kiss.

Crazy girl!

From the corner of my eyes, far into the shadows near the grand staircase, Kai watched.

Unmoving. Mask untouched. His eyes locked on me with a fire I couldn’t see, but somehow felt.

He saw everything.

Dristan. The almost-kiss. The tension in my fingers.

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