My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 99

Chapter 99: Kieran In School

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Chapter 99

~Valerie’s POV~

Astra’s breath caught. "Val..."

I shook my head. "I don’t know who’s behind this. But whoever it is knew how to use me as bait in a coded trap. That’s not some petty prank. That’s premeditated."

"But..."

I cut in, ignoring her words. "Also, if I wrongfully expose my secret to somebody I cannot fully trust and it is used against me, would you then be glad to see me in danger?"

I felt Astra’s aura shift into something warmer.

"Then don’t trust anyone," she says softly. "Except yourself. And maybe... me."

I nod once, barely.

Later that night, long after the halls go quiet and the moon hangs low behind a curtain of clouds, I stared at my phone.

There were no new messages from Solstice. My mind was tired and I needed rest. Slowly, I close my eyes and let slip take me away.

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~Kieran’s POV~

The school was loud, much too loud for my liking.

People talked too much, laughed too much. Moved like they had something to prove—puffed chests, loud steps, fake confidence dressed in expensive uniforms.

Prestige Supernatural Academy.

Prestige. The irony made me smile as I stepped through the grand front gate, Lucie gliding just behind me like the shadow she’d trained herself to be.

I didn’t need an escort, but I let her come anyway because my parents wouldn’t be okay otherwise. People stared more when she was at my side, and I liked being stared at.

The marble courtyard sparkled under the morning sun, voices echoing off glass and stone. I could already hear the whispers starting.

"That’s him—"

"Killian’s heir—"

"He’s even prettier in person—"

"And colder too..."

I didn’t slow my pace.

Lucie kept up effortlessly, her hands folded neatly in front of her, eyes scanning everything with calculated disinterest. She didn’t speak unless I needed her to.

We were alike that way.

A familiar hum of boredom pressed against the back of my mind. The school looked exactly as I’d expected—perfectly clean, overly formal, steeped in tradition and empty pageantry. I was supposed to care. I didn’t.

Until I saw her.

She wasn’t the first face I saw—but the moment my eyes found her, I stopped listening to anything else.

She was standing in the mid-courtyard. She didn’t see me yet.

Her hair was like wild firelight, her shoulders squared, and her posture guarded like someone who had been hunted before and knew how to hide the scars.

Her uniform clung to a body built for movement, not display. She moved with silent power, unaware of the effect she had just by existing.

Valerie.

I knew her name before I saw her.

The holo-image hadn’t done her justice.

She looked fiercer now. Tired, like she hadn’t slept well in days. But it made her more real. More human and overly dangerous.

"Is that her?" I murmured, not taking my eyes off her.

Lucie’s voice was a shade colder than usual. "Yes. Valerie Nightshade."

I smirked. "Lovely. Finally, someone worth watching."

"Good girl." I mentally noted, but as if Lucie could read my mind, she spoke up.

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