My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211: Sobbing

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Chapter 211

~Solstice’s POV~

I miss her.

I miss Violet... Valerie Nightshade.

A slight bitter smile formed on my lips just mentally saying her alias.

The car was silent. The darkened windows reflected fragments of light, streetlamps flickering past like dying stars as we sped down the winding road.

I sat in the back seat, hands clasped tightly together in my lap, eyes trained on nothing and everything. The world outside blurred, but the chaos inside me sharpened.

Dad sat beside me, stone-faced. The tension between us was almost a third passenger—thick, choking, unspoken.

The car slowed suddenly and turned onto a secluded path, one only we knew. A few yards ahead, a black limousine sat idling quietly beneath a canopy of trees.

Of course.

He was never going to take me back to the city in the school car.

We stopped. He opened the door first and got out. I followed wordlessly, sliding into the back of the limo behind him. The second the door clicked shut, the atmosphere changed.

It was darker here. Colder. No screens, no barriers. Just Dad and I and the silent question tnone of us were asking.

He didn’t speak at first, didn’t need to.

I felt his gaze boring into me as I looked out the window, watching the school disappear behind us.

Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, he spoke, just one word.

"Why?"

I chuckled, quietly at first, then louder and louder until it wasn’t laughter anymore—it was something else entirely. Raw, cracked, hysterical laugh.

A sound that didn’t belong to a girl of my upbringing but something feral.

"You delayed," I said, still laughing as I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. "Valerie needed me."

He shifted beside me, and I could practically feel the weight of his disapproval, his judgment pressing in.

"Val—"

"Don’t," I snapped. My laughter died as quickly as it began. "Don’t bring her into this. She didn’t do anything."

"Yes, she did! She lied for you," he said coldly. "She said she didn’t know where you were."

"No," I interjected sharply. "I made her lie. She didn’t want to. I gave her no choice."

His jaw clenched. "You’re reckless. You left school during a critical season. You abandoned your duties. You vanished—"

"I wasn’t vanishing, I was living!" I exploded, eyes flashing. "I needed time! She needed someone to stand by her when no one else would!"

Father’s expression didn’t shift. He was a wall, the same wall I had slammed into every time I’d tried to break free from his expectations.

"You’re heir to one of the most powerful lines of your generation," he said icily. "You don’t have the luxury of disappearing for personal drama."

"She’s not drama," I whispered.

Silence.

I sat back in my seat, arms folded, heart pounding as I looked away. "She was my reason for doing a lot of things. Good or bad, I don’t regret helping her."

He exhaled through his nose. "You may not regret it, Solstice. But others may pay the price for your decisions."

I didn’t reply. There was nothing left to say since father wass one strong headed being. However, there’s a person in the universe who could talk to him—Mum.

The rest of the drive passed in loaded silence.

Hours later, we finally arrived at the edge of Golden Claw Pack. The moonlight bathed the stronghold in a soft glow, shadows dancing on stone as guards opened the heavy gates to let us in.

The car pulled up to the front courtyard.

Before I could get out, the front door burst open and I saw my mother.

She was already rushing down the steps before I even stood up.

Her beautiful face was tight with emotion—equal parts relief and worry. Her blonde curls were pinned in a loose braid, her eyes watery.

I stepped out of the car and braced myself.

"Solstice," she breathed.

I didn’t move at first. I waited for the slap, the lecture, the disappointment.

Instead, by the time Mum got to where I was standing, she wrapped her arms around me warmly

I could sense and feel her frustration but there was forgiveness.

"I was so worried," she whispered, voice shaking. "Why didn’t you call me?"

Before I could answer, another voice echoed through the courtyard.

"You’re grounded," Aunt Tempest said coolly, stepping down from the porch with arms folded, eyes narrowed.

Of course she was here.

She was always there. Just like fire in winter—warm when needed, but scalding when provoked.

"I know," I mumbled.

"Do you?" Her voice hardened. "You vanished. No notice. No check-in. You put your safety at risk. You’re lucky your father didn’t drag you back in chains."

"Tempest," Mother warned softly.

"No. She needs to hear this." Aunt Tempest stepped closer. "Your title doesn’t protect you from consequences. You want to be respected? Then act like someone who deserves it."

I bit down on my lip, the sting of her words cutting sharper than I expected.

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~Author’s POV~

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