My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: A New Devil

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Chapter 107

~Author’s POV~

Merchant’s Daughter

The gates of Prestige Supernatural Academy loomed like a mouth ready to devour its new arrivals.

Statues lined the walkway—proud, ancient, and judgmental—while banners fluttered above, painted with the academy’s sigil and this season’s motto: Glory to the Chosen. Power to the Proven.

Marianne adjusted her blazer and stepped inside the main courtyard, her boot heels clicking against stone like a heartbeat.

She didn’t speak to the other two transfer students beside her. She didn’t need to.

Her amber eyes scanned the open square where students milled in loose clusters. Most wore their weekday uniforms, but on the west side of the courtyard, a group in sleek black combat gear strode like a living shadow—tight formations, coordinated movements, faces set with the confidence of those who’d tasted real power.

The senior elite.

Among them, she saw her.

Valerie Nightshade. Her father researched her in school and found out her name.

The girl walked just ahead of the others, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, her hair pulled into a tight high braid.

There was something almost regal about her—something that made people instinctively move aside, even if they didn’t know why. Marianne’s gaze locked onto her like a magnet.

She remembered her.

She remembered that night.

**Flashback**

Her father had been pacing the ruined hallway of their estate, fury clinging to him like smoke.

Guards groaned on the ground where the Alpha Princes had left them broken. And Marianne had sat frozen in the corner of her father’s office, clutching a blanket, the imprint of Valerie’s necklace still burning in her mind.

"You want it back?" Arnold had growled, voice raw with shame and rage. "You’ll get it. I’ll buy your place in that damned school if I have to."

"But what if she’s protected?" Marianne had asked, voice trembling.

Arnold’s jaw had clenched. "Then be smarter. Subtle. No claws. No fangs. Earn her trust. Or someone else’s. And when the time is right, take back what was promised."

**Flashback Ends**

Marianne’s jaw tightened ever so slightly as she blinked away the memory.

Her fingers brushed the pendant hidden beneath her collar—not the necklace she wanted, but a reminder of what was owed.

And then she bumped into someone. Literally.

A sharp jolt brought her thoughts crashing back as her shoulder collided with a passing figure.

"Oh!" Marianne gasped, stepping back quickly.

A ripple of stillness passed through the courtyard. The girl she had bumped into turned slowly, a crown of faint gold glamour flickering over her head—just enough for those who knew to see.

Titania the Fae Princess.

For half a breath, Marianne froze.

"Princess Titania," said a voice beside her, soft and panicked. "Forgive her, please. She just transferred today. She’s still... awed by the school." Gracie, the assistant rep of the sophomore class, who had been tasked with showing Marianne the school, quickly chipped in and bowed deeply beside her.

Titania’s sharp eyes narrowed, assessing Marianne, not in anger, but in interest.

"Be careful next time," Titania said coolly, her tone bored but not dismissive. "This place doesn’t take kindly to recklessness."

Marianne bowed slightly. "Yes, Princess. I apologise."

Titania looked as if she might move on—until she noticed it. Marianne’s gaze had drifted again. Past Titania. Back to Valerie.

The faintest smirk curled Titania’s lips.

She turned and walked away, the wind billowing slightly behind her but in her mind, she was already thinking, ’Interesting—the new girl’s got taste in hatred.’

"Soon. That necklace will be mine again. One way or another."

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~Valerie’s POV~

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