My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Principal Whitmore’s Concern

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Chapter 198

~Author’s POV~

~Principal Whitmore’s Office~

"Keep it together, Zoey," Principal Whitmore muttered to herself as she paced her office, voice low but tight with tension. "You’ve handled worse. This school has survived worse."

Her heels clicked sharply against the tiles, the only sound breaking the tension in the room.

The large windows behind her desk let in narrow beams of afternoon light, slicing across the polished surfaces and casting fractured shadows that danced along the bookshelves and filing cabinets.

But even the golden rays did nothing to soothe the pressure pressing down on her chest.

Her expression was drawn, every muscle around her mouth held in place like a dam against the rising wave of anxiety. Each footstep, each breath, betrayed the weight now sitting squarely on her shoulders.

This wasn’t just about school anymore.

It was about power, politics and survival.

If the Council of Alphas caught wind of what had occurred during the assessment tests, particularly the incident centred around Valerie Nightshade, it would be disastrous.

Investigations. Suspensions. Interrogations.

Possibly even school closure. It would look like gross negligence on her part—unfit to lead a school filled with the most powerful heirs in the supernatural realm.

Her entire leadership could be called into question. Her upcoming campaign for Regional Director? Dead in the water.

And in the middle of it all... was Valerie Nightshade.

Whitmore clenched her jaw and pressed her fingers against her temple. Her phone buzzed again in her hand. She answered without a greeting.

"Yes?"

She paused, nodding as the voice on the other end began to speak—an anxious report from the local geological division.

"No recorded fault line activity," the voice continued, "but there was a spike in heat signatures and minor tremors registered at the coordinates of the academy. Could’ve been a small surface quake or—frankly, we’re not sure."

"Could it happen again?" Whitmore asked quietly.

"Unlikely, unless something triggers it again. But we’ll keep monitoring the area."

She exhaled sharply as she ended the call and dropped her phone onto the table with a soft clatter.

Then she turned to her left, where Ms. Heart stood silently in the corner, her expression guarded, as a sleek black tablet clutched tightly to her chest.

"What report do you have for me?" Whitmore asked.

Ms. Heart stepped forward. Her heels barely made a sound as she kept her composure. "I apologize for whatever inconvenience this is bringing you."

"That’s okay," Principal Whitmore replied with a tight smile, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

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