My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Concerned Roomies

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Chapter 36

~Valerie’s POV~

Dinner felt longer than usual. My head was still replaying everything that happened today—the principal’s office, Avery’s pathetic threat, and Dristan’s smug involvement.

I barely tasted my food. By the time I got to my dorm, I was ready to throw myself face-first into my bed and not move for a century.

Instead, I opened the door to find Emerald, Isla, and Astraea already lounging around the common space like they were waiting for me.

Astraea raised an eyebrow. "So? Spill."

I blinked. "Spill what?"

"Don’t play dumb," Emerald said, arms crossed. "We saw Avery stomping through the halls like she’d been slapped with a lightning bolt."

"And then that weird tension between Guild One and Four flaring like a wildfire all over school?" Astraea added. "That was you."

I sighed and dropped my bag to the floor with a thud. "Fine. You want the short version?"

"No," Isla said, scooting to the edge of the couch. "We want everything."

So, I told them.

The meeting with Principal Whitmore. Avery lurking like a roach in the shadows. Her threat. My response and Dristan’s silent game of chess, moving pieces behind the curtain. By the time I finished, the room had gone quiet.

Astraea whistled. "Damn. Remind me never to cross you."

Emerald was grinning. "You really threatened to end her existence?"

I shrugged. "She deserved it."

"I love that for you," Emerald nodded approvingly.

Isla, though, wasn’t smiling. She looked... thoughtful. Her eyes were distant like she was seeing something far away.

"What?" I asked her.

She blinked, snapping back. "Just... thinking. You said Dristan pulled you into his guild, right?"

I nodded. "Without asking."

Isla exhaled and leaned back against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest. "You know... I used to watch him train."

We all turned toward her.

"My cousin," she said, voice a little lower now. "When I was younger, maybe twelve or thirteen. He used to train behind the manor, out in the woods where the trees were thick and quiet. I’d sneak out just to watch."

Astraea’s brow lifted. "Sneak?"

Isla nodded. "My uncle—his dad—didn’t want me anywhere near it. Said it wasn’t a place for girls, let alone his most precious niece. Well, guess he was scared of me getting hurt and letting his sister worry. But I was stubborn. I’d sit behind trees or climb up branches just to get a glimpse of what he was doing."

"What was he doing?" Emerald asked, already caught up in the story.

"Things that didn’t look normal," Isla whispered. "He wasn’t just training with swords or magic. It was deeper. Like... something ancient. Dark, sometimes. Other times, it looked like pure light. The way he moved, it was terrifying and beautiful. Like watching a storm, especially with his powers."

I swallowed, suddenly remembering the chill that always followed Dristan when he walked into a room.

"I tried to join once," Isla continued with a soft laugh. "Came out of hiding and asked if I could train too. He didn’t say anything. Just looked at me with those cold eyes and walked away."

"Ouch," Astraea muttered.

"But then," Isla smiled a little, "when his dad wasn’t around, Dristan started letting me watch more openly. He even trained with me a couple times. Nothing serious—just forms, some meditation, sparring moves. But even then, I could feel it... how much he was holding back."

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