My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Guild One: Sparring

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Chapter 126

~Author’s POV~

Both girls turned fully at the sound of the familiar voice.

There, standing in soft white and violet robes, her presence radiant and unmistakable, stood Princess Titania of the Fae Court. Her golden hair was braided into a thick crown, delicate leaves woven through the strands.

Emerald’s eyes widened instantly.

"Princess," she greeted quickly, dipping her head.

"Hello, Emerald," Titania replied, her tone light. "I asked her to meet me. Forgive the interruption to your schedule."

Emerald straightened. "In that case... I’ll leave her to you."

Titania gave her a small nod. "Much appreciated."

With that, Emerald gave Marianne a warning glance before turning on her heel and disappearing into the trees.

Titania turned to Marianne.

"Come. We have much to discuss," she said coolly, her gaze unreadable.

"Yes, Princess," Marianne murmured.

As they walked away together, the air shifted and Emerald halted to look at the duo.

Whatever Titania wanted from her wouldn’t be simple, and whatever Marianne was planning... seemed to be already in motion.

’Should I warn Valerie or watch her first?’ Emerald thought as she turned around full and left.

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Meanwhile... When Valerie and Isla stepped onto the training grounds, most of the clan was already gathered in a loose semicircle.

The clearing was filled with murmurs, footwork drills, and the occasional burst of raw energy as someone practised a hit or a dodge.

Valerie adjusted the strap of her tank and wiped the last of the water from her face with a towel Isla had handed her. freewebnøvel_com

"Think it’s sparring?" Isla asked as they slowed their pace.

"I hope not," Valerie muttered. "Not when I’m barely holding my legs together."

"Shut it," Isla grinned. "You love this stuff."

Valerie gave her a half-smirk, but said nothing more. She ahd to admit, she did love it but then, aside the attention on her just for her grades and how ood she was in combat, Valerie was trying to pretend whenever she can to hide her skils.

But then againwhen she thought about them being graded, she just couldn’t afford to fail as she never did since birth.

Just then, Dristan stepped forward from the other end of the field. He was dressed in full tactical black, no sleeves, no smile, just pure authority.

His golden blond hair caught the sunlight, messy from his earlier drills, but his gaze was sharp and cutting.

The murmurs fell away instantly.

He stopped before the assembled group, eyes scanning across the rows. Clan A. Clan B. His people.

Then he spoke.

"Listen up."

One word, and it locked everyone into silence.

"The next phase is a sparring test with teams, one-on-one. Strength, awareness, and adaptability will be judged. Even as teams, each of you will be scored—this goes on your final Guild ranking. Consider it your mini test scores."

Isla whispered, "Knew it," and Valerie elbowed her gently.

Dristan’s gaze flicked toward them, but only for a second.

"You’re to pick your partner now. You have one minute. Clan A and B, cross-pick if you need to. No repeats. Go."

The field erupted with motion—hands reached, names were called, alliances formed in seconds.

Valerie barely turned before Isla hooked an arm through hers. "Obviously."

Valerie smiled. "Don’t cry when when you get knocked out because of me."

"You wish," Isla grinned.

Within a minute, the partners stood side by side. Some looked smug, some nervous, and some were already sizing each other up.

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