My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Meeting With the Council of Elders

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Chapter 65

~Principal Whitmore’s POV~

The blinds were drawn. Every single one. No daylight dared creep through the cracks. I made sure of it.

The overhead lanterns flickered, casting a pale glow against the walls of my office, but even that did little to chase off the cold that had settled in my bones.

This wasn’t just another disciplinary meeting.

This was a council summons.

I stood behind my desk, hands folded tightly behind me, my back straight, my face composed—every part of me wearing the practised expression of control.

But beneath the stillness, something twisted. Cold, heavy dread curled in my gut like smoke that refused to lift.

The room was filled with apex predators, not just in title, but in aura.

We were having a meeting via video call. At once, all the screens lit up with visuals of the council of elders.

We were in a secure virtual meeting, each of us connecting from our respective estates. The council had gathered fast—too fast for this not to be serious.

One by one, the screens lit up on my wall, holographic projections forming a circle around my office like ghosts of power and judgment.

Alpha Zeno appeared first, seated in his study, draped in gold-threaded tapestries. His suit shimmered faintly with embedded enchantments, and his fingers tapped relentlessly on the armrest of his high-backed chair.

His expression was tight, jaw clenched, as though waiting for someone to give him a reason to erupt.

Two screens to the left, Alpha Xavier leaned into his cam feed, whispering to someone off-screen—most likely Alpha Draven, whose own feed activated a heartbeat later.

They spoke in quiet tones, strategists to the core; their expressions were unreadable, but their eyes were razor sharp. Calculating. Already preparing for the worst.

And then... Alpha Alexander’s screen lit up.

No sound. No greeting. Just cold silence and the glacial weight of his stare locking onto me like a blade pressed just behind the ribs.

His background was dim, a library perhaps, but I barely saw it. All I could focus on was that piercing gaze.

His presence hadn’t dulled at all through a screen. It never did.

Then came Alpha Storm.

His image wavered slightly before it settled. Unlike the others, he didn’t hide his nerves. He sat in a sparsely lit office, the southern sigil glowing faintly behind him. His fingers drummed relentlessly against the edge of his desk, jaw tight, eyes flickering between the feeds.

Storm was worried.

He had every right to be.

Of all of us, he was closest to the dragon borders. If this news reached the wrong ears, he wouldn’t be dealing with political fallout.

He’d be dealing with flames.

Real ones.

I cleared my throat, not because I needed to, but because I needed them to listen fully and carefully.

"I appreciate you all responding quickly," I began, forcing my voice to remain firm. "There’s been an incident."

Of course, they knew that already. They wouldn’t be here otherwise.

Still, I activated the illusion rune on my desk. It shimmered in the air between us, forming a projection of the simulation dome, just seconds before the blast.

Then it played.

Valerie Nightshade—her figure frozen mid-turn—then light. A violent explosion erupted, followed by the ground cracking and magic surging.

Gone.

The illusion paused on the fractured forest floor.

My throat was dry when I spoke next. "Twelve hours ago, Valerie Nightshade and Xander Draco went missing. During a live simulation exercise."

Alpha Storm stood up immediately, voice rising without warning. "You’re saying the Dragon Prince is missing?! Under your supervision?!"

I didn’t flinch.

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