My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: First Kiss

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Chapter 69

~Valerie’s POV~

I wanted to ignore it. I didn’t want to let him intimidate me or anything, but Dristan moved then. One step forward. Then another.

I took a step back, not because I was afraid, but because I couldn’t breathe right when he got too close.

I felt something snapping into place within me—the matebond. I tensed as I felt Astra rise within me. I couldn’t let the mate bond manipulate me, though.

"And now what?" I demanded. "You bring me here, keep me in this house like I’m some fragile vase about to break. Like you’re doing me a favour. Do you even realise what it feels like to be tossed around by people’s decisions and still have no idea who’s trying to kill me or why?"

"Valerie—"

"Stop saying my name!" I snapped, my voice sounding sharper than I intended. "Say something else. Say anything else. Tell me the truth, Dristan. Don’t just stand there and look at me like I am saying something stupid."

"That’s because you are, Valerie. Give him a chance," Astra purred in my head, and I ignored her.

He looked like he wanted to yell. Or slam his hand through a wall. Or walk away. But instead, Dristan exhaled deeply. A muscle twitched in his jaw.

And then he walked right next to me—close, too close.

His presence hit me like a wall—cool and thunderous, but not angry. Just... charged. He towered just slightly, his shadow brushing over mine, his scent—stormy and sharp—curling around my throat like a challenge.

"Stop yelling," he muttered lowly.

"No." I shook my head, pulse thudding. "Not until you answer me. Why, Dristan? Why did you come for me if you don’t care? Why even try if I’m just a fucking problem to you? Any other heir could have come so... Or do you have something to do with all this?"

His eyes flickered, and something in him snapped. A raw intensity flared in their depths, and I swallowed, not expecting it.

I expected him to get angry, seeing as I had instigated his rage. In anger, people lost their composure, and I was hoping to see one with Dristan.

However, in the next second, his hands cupped my face. A tremor ran through his fingers. Before I could react, Dristan kissed me.

I froze.

There was no warning. No gentle build. No time to catch my breath.

Just heat, raw fire.

His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that rattled something deep in my chest, something I didn’t even know was waiting.

It wasn’t perfect or slow or tender like I had watched in the movies—it was chaotic and possessive and desperate.

And gods... it burned.

My heart slammed so loudly against my ribs, I swore he could hear it. My hands rose instinctively, grabbing his shirt like it was the only thing anchoring me to this moment.

Dristan kissed like he didn’t know if he’d ever be allowed to do it again.

Like he’d been holding back for too long and finally, finally, let himself lose control.

My knees wobbled. Astra let out a soft purr of contentment in my mind.

I barely noticed my own gasp against his lips when his thumb brushed my cheek, grounding me, steadying me—and making it worse, because it was gentle.

Somehow, in the middle of all that heat, there was tenderness.

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