My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203: The Party 1

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Chapter 203

~Xade’s POV~

Right from when I left her room until this evening, my mind has not been settled with Valerie.

I kept replaying all the ways she would growl and complain to me or about what I did and preparing myself for the worst.

Valerie sat beside me in the passenger seat of my car, and for the first time in a long while, I couldn’t hear the engine over the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

She looked... devastatingly beautiful.

The thigh-high fitted white skirt hugged her just enough to command attention but not scream for it.

Her black jacket framed her shoulders in that perfect off-duty warrior look, and those boots—damn. They weren’t just footwear. They were a message: don’t mess with me unless you want to be wrecked.

Her hair spilled over her shoulders in loose waves, catching the dim light from the street lamps like strands of ink soaked in moonlight.

I cleared my throat and offered a half-smile. "You look incredible, Val. All of you do."

From the backseat, Silver gave a dramatic sigh. "Finally, some recognition. And here I thought we were just seat ornaments."

"I’ve always appreciated your sparkle, Silver," I replied smoothly.

Isla, seated next to her, didn’t speak. She’d been staring out the window since we left the dorms. She was dressed in a deep, above-the-knee emerald gown, slit high on the thigh with a back so low it was practically illegal.

But the tension in her shoulders said tonight wasn’t just about dancing and drinks.

I glanced at Valerie again. She tilted her head and offered a tiny smile, then turned to look at her friends through the mirror as the Killian residence came into view.

As soon as we pulled through the wrought iron gates, Isla stiffened. Her voice was soft but sharp. "Oh no."

I turned toward her slightly. "What?"

Isla didn’t answer me, nor did Valerie speak about it either. So I shut the fuck up and focus on my driving.

It wasn’t until we stepped out that I finally got another response from Isla. She gasped slightly and bit her lower lip.

"The place is big," Valerie noted, her gaze roaming the building. "Is this... someone’s house?"

I chuckled, trying to keep it casual. "You could say that, but yes."

"I see."

Silver, ever chirpy, immediately locked arms with Valerie and pulled her forward, leading them inside before I could lock my car doors.

Isla, on the other hand, still hadn’t said a word. As Valerie and Silver started walking toward the entrance. Isla didn’t follow.

Instead, she grabbed my arm and yanked me to the side with more force than expected.

Before I could groan out in complaint or even question her, her sharp voice challenged me.

"What the fuck are you doing bringing Valerie to the Killian residence?" she snapped in a hiss. "You brought her here? With him here?"

I sighed. "Isla—"

"Don’t you Isla me. You know what that phenomenon douchebag is like. If Valerie finds out, and it’ll be your head on the spike, not his."

"I can explain."

"Oh, I’d love to hear this one," she drawled, folding her arms.

I glanced around to make sure Valerie was distracted, then leaned in. "He begged me. He said he wanted to apologize. Kieran threw the party for her. That’s it."

Isla rolled her eyes so hard I thought they might stick. "How romantic. Absolute bullshit."

"Wait... Just give me a second—"

"No. I’m telling her right now." Isla ignored me and lifted her chin. "Valerie!"

"Why?" she demanded, but I lowered my gaze instead. Isla hissed and walked away. "You aren’t serious. I’m telling her."

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