My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Battle

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Chapter 50

~Valerie’s POV~

When the whistle blew again, Ace didn’t talk; he just attacked. He was faster than Ash, and his attacks were more precise, cleaner and sharper than his brother’s.

Of course, less showy as well and more strategic.

Although he looked like the playful king and less serious, I could feel it in every strike he took towards me.

He meant business, and his killing intent was top-notch.

I barely blocked the first three hits before he pivoted behind me, grabbed my waist, and tried to pin me to the floor.

Tried.

I dropped low and used my heel to sweep his foot out. He stumbled, but recovered fast, locking an arm around my neck.

I twisted inside the grip, jabbed my elbow into his ribs, then headbutted him backward.

"Seriously?" he groaned, staggering.

"I warned you."

He lunged again, this time wrapping both arms around me. But I dropped once more, used my weight and momentum to throw him over my shoulder mid-spin and the crowd gasped again.

He hit the ground with a loud grunt. Quickly, I climbed onto his chest and hovered one knee just above his throat. "Tap."

Ace looked up, panting... and smirking. "I see why she’s everyone’s mate," he muttered just low enough for me to hear.

I shoved his chest again. "Tap."

He tapped the floor with a groan. "Fine. You win."

Ms. Laria’s voice boomed. "Match over. Nightshade—double victory."

Cheers erupted. Isla screamed my name like we were at a concert. But I didn’t celebrate. I just stood, brushed my hands together, and walked off to stand beside her.

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~Dristan’s POV~

I watched the entire match from the topmost ledge of the training building.

Every fucking second of it. Valerie flipped over Ash and slammed Ace into the dirt. Dominating both of them without even drawing breath.

My fists clenched by my sides, the ring of leather creaking under the tension. Lightning hummed faintly beneath my skin — a low vibration that threatened to crack if I let my control slip even an inch.

Xade stood beside me, arms crossed, expression unreadable. "She handled them."

"I saw."

"They didn’t hold back," he added.

"I know."

"And she still—"

"I know." My voice came out sharper than I intended, prompting Xade to raise an eyebrow but didn’t comment further.

Below us, Valerie walked off the ring, her body glowing under the sun, muscles tight, hair swinging like fire behind her.

A few students called her name. Even the Dragon Prince gave a slow clap before turning away.

But what hit harder than any of that? She didn’t look at me, not even once. Not when she walked in. Not when she fought. Not when she left.

She didn’t acknowledge my presence. Although I should have expected just that, especially with the way I behaved yesterday, I didn’t think she’d actually push through with it.

And I hated it because it meant she wasn’t avoiding me out of fear. She was ignoring me by choice.

"Did I really lose her?"

"Dollophead, you’re really asking me that? I’m not even in human form and I believe I’d do way better with our mate than you could ever do. You might as well have just handed her over to the Lycans on a platter of gold."

"I..." I started, wanting to correct Soren when Xade finally spoke again.

"You think this’ll push her away for good?"

I didn’t answer. I just stared down at her—the only thing in my life I couldn’t control.

Not with power, command nor with my presence. I’d messed up a bit but I wasn’t letting her go npot to the Lycans, Dragons or fate. And I believe if I played my cards right, she’d be just in my corner as a useful asset.

"I don’t care."

Xade seemed shocked, and then he shook his head. "You’re bluff..."

He did not get to finish his sentence when I shot him a cold glare as I stood up. "Why should I? When she breeds nothing but trouble? Besides, my amusement is over."

I tucked my hands in my pocket and walked off.

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~Xander’s POV~

From where I sat, I watched Valerie move like fire.

Controlled, precise, and devastating. I’d seen seasoned warriors in the Royal Arena fumble under pressure, but not her.

Valerie Nightshade had bested two Lycan princes—twins—without breaking much sweat. And she walked off that ring like she hadn’t just shaken the entire food chain.

"She’s fierce," Zila agreed in my mind. His tone had a hint of a half growl and a half grin. "Are you finally admitting she might be your mate?" he teased.

"No," I said quickly. Too quickly. "That’s not what this is."

"Romantic."

"Shut up."

But not in werewolves, in my king—dragons.

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~Valerie’s POV~

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