My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: Complicated Girl

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Chapter 187

~Valerie’s POV~

I blinked hard and reread the message. Then again.

No, no, no. I hadn’t messaged him. I would remember doing something that suicidal. I don’t recall ever having his number or collecting it.

There was no older message from before, only Riven’s reply.

Frowning, I quickly exited that message thread and opened my message log. I searched for his name and found a message with his name on it.

I tapped back, only to see there was a text from me to him.

I prayed it was a glitch or a prank by Solstice, but no.

There it was, clear and damning:

Riven,

I’ve been thinking about you... more than I probably should.

Ever since that day—you know the one when you stepped between me and Kieran like I was something worth protecting... like I mattered.

That moment did something to me.

It made me see you, not just the silence or the danger, but the man behind it all.

Maybe it’s reckless, maybe it’s wrong... But what if it’s not?

So here it is. No masks. No games, pressure, or expectations. Just a beginning... if you’re willing. I want to try.

Just you and me.

Meet me in private? Let’s see where this leads."

My heart dropped to my stomach.

"I didn’t write that..." I whispered, eyes darting around like someone would jump out and yell ’Gotcha!’

I could feel my pulse thudding at the base of my throat. My wolf stirred, confused and mildly alarmed.

Who sent this?

Why?

And how the hell did they hack my phone?

"Oh shit," I muttered, gripping the phone tighter as the countdown in my head began.

Five minutes.

Riven Alucard.

South courtyard.

My thumb hovered over the message thread, eyes wide as my brain scrambled to process what I was seeing.

There it was—bold, clear, and unmistakable.

WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. HELL.

My pulse thundered in my ears. My first instinct was to scream at Solstice—because if anyone had access to my phone and a flair for mischief masked as "help," it was her.

But even she wouldn’t go this far.

Would she?

I cursed under my breath and glanced around. People were filtering out of class in droves. Laughing. Talking. Acting like the world hadn’t just flipped me into a rom-com from hell.

I reread the text. This wasn’t just a casual ’hey, let’s hang,’ it was heartfelt and poetic—-way too poetic.

Not something I would have ever sent—not without dying from internal cringe.

And now... Riven.

RIVEN.

The Vice President of the Student Council.

The icy, untouchable, sharp-tongued enigma who barely said two words to anyone unless it involved murder or policy enforcement.

And now he thought I was confessing?

I had exactly four or no, three minutes and thirty-five seconds to decide if I was going to pretend it never happened or face it like a grown wolf with minimal pride.

Spoiler: Pride was already on life support.

And I had no idea what I was walking into.

But then again, my first thought was not to go, and maybe, just maybe, if I ignored Riven, he’d think I was just playing, or that I meant someone else.

At the same time, the memory of the day came rushing back, and I swallowed an invincible lump in my throat.

"Oh shit."

I blinked again, completely thrown off by the genuine softness in his tone.

Now that offended me. "Excuse you?"

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