My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: The Past

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Chapter 80

~Valerie’s POV~

The words echoed like a drumbeat behind my ribs. I gripped my pen tighter, pretending to jot something down.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Xade leaning closer. "You’re distracted, little wolf," he whispered. "Care to share?"

I stiffened and shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass.

"Back off, Xade," I muttered under my breath.

The smirk didn’t leave his face. If anything, it deepened. Unfortunately, my sharp tone caught more than just his attention.

Dristan shifted beside me, his head turning slowly in my direction. His voice, when it came, was quiet but carried an undeniable command. "What’s wrong?"

I looked up into those icy blue eyes and felt my stomach twist painfully.

Nothing. Everything.

I shook my head and forced out the most casual voice I could manage. "Nothing. Just tired."

A blatant lie. And judging by the way Dristan’s eyes narrowed slightly, he didn’t believe it for a second.

But thankfully, he let it go.

Still, the walls of the room seemed to close in around me, the weight of two alpha heirs and one devastating secret pressing against my lungs until breathing felt like a task.

The moment class was dismissed, I was up and moving before anyone else had even stood.

I needed space. Air. Distance.

"Valerie—" Xade called after me, but I ignored him.

I pushed out into the hallway, weaving through the crowd with quick steps until the familiar archway of the library came into view.

I slipped inside, my pulse still hammering against my throat.

The library was dimmer and quieter, perfect for disappearing.

I found an isolated corner tucked behind a shelf of ancient political treaties and slid into the nearest chair.

Only then, when I was sure no one was watching, did I pull the note out of my pocket.

I studied it more carefully this time.

Ordinary paper. Ordinary ink. There was no magical residue or distinct scent.

Completely normal, which somehow made it feel even more threatening. Whoever had left this wasn’t careless. They were careful.

I ran my fingers over the handwriting. It was as if every letter had been carved with intent.

My heart thudded harder. How much did they know?

Everything or just enough to ruin me? Whichever it was, just knowing my name was huge.

I tightened my grip on my bag and quickened my pace, my mind already racing through possibilities of who it might be until I reached the turn, there was nobody there. ƒrēewebnovel.com

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