My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 180

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Chapter 180: Suspicions

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Chapter 180

~Riven’s POV~

The Vampire King never punished me. He never said a word when I was reported. I had wiped a quarter of his council members.

And so, when I saw Kieran lean in to force himself on Valerie, I saw that same terror begin to flicker in her eyes that had once filled my mother’s dead, mortified eyes—something black broke loose inside me.

I didn’t even blink.

One second I was still, and the next... I was on him.

I grabbed him by the collar and flung him off her like trash. I didn’t care how many were watching. Didn’t care what title he held or what punishment would come for touching the nephew of an Alpha King.

He would never do that to her. Not Valerie or anyone.

My fist met his face with a satisfying crunch. Blood flew. His nose shattered.

I saw red, not anger but bloodlust. I felt the aura before I saw him.

Kieran had opened his mouth to speak, but Dristan was already beside me, his fist slamming into Kieran’s jaw.

We didn’t speak or need to, our rage spoke for us and it was loud.

But even I knew if I kept going, if I let that part of me loose again, there wouldn’t be a body left for the Council to question.

So I pulled back barely enough when his maid interfered. I could never be seen hitting a defenceless woman, but that was not to say I wouldn’t hit one who was an armed enemy.

Valerie watched us from the side, staring widely like she had seen a ghost or something.

Shock. Fear. Maybe something else I couldn’t name, and just that sight brought an unfamiliar pain twisting in my chest like a flickering pain.

I turned away before I could name it. Before it grew teeth and made a fool of me.

My shoulders slumped as I recalled a beautiful memory of my mother. And replacing her was Valerie’s defiant face.

I couldn’t stop the smirk that curled at my lips, sharp as broken glass.

"If you keep looking at me like that," I murmured. "I don’t know what I’ll do to you, Nightshade..."

I tilted my head back, licking the blood from the side of my hand.

"...or how many bodies I’ll be forced to drop just to keep you safe and by my side."

I walked off then, disappearing into the hallway.

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~Dristan’s POV~

The second I saw her, my mood shifted.

Silver.

That’s what they called her. Pretty name. Masked girl. Too pretty and too loud. Furthermore, she is too familiar with Valerie.

She halted when our eyes met in beyond the east arch, a box of something in her hand—books or trouble, likely the last.

My brows pulled together on instinct. Not that I had proof. Not yet. But something about her grated at me the same way a crooked blade did.

Sharp. Dangerous. Pretty but not clean.

Valerie noticed. Of course she did. Her attention was a string I never stopped feeling tug at my chest, especially the day she challenged me.

She should have been squashed buit she was Valerie’s friend.

I ignored Silver for a beat and turned to tuck a loose strand of Valerie’s hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger just a second longer than I should have.