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My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Mugged, Stabbed, Humilated!

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Chapter 1

~Valerie's POV~

"Hold it right there, you thief! Stop before I make you breathe your last breath!"

My sharp voice cut through the cold night air as I chased after the bastard who had just mugged me.

This day could not get any worse.

My uncle had forbidden me from leaving for Starlight City until my eighteenth birthday, when I transformed into a wolf for added protection, but I didn't heed his warning. I ran away.

Ten years of training, waiting, hunting—and he wanted me to stay behind like some feeble pup?

No. Fuck that.

But now I was here, starving, wounded, and broke if I didn't catch this douchebag.

The thief was quick, and I could tell he had his wolf with him, but I was swifter. However, my legs burned as I leapt over a fallen tree trunk, narrowing the gap.

His mistake was thinking he could steal from me and get away with it.

With a flick of my wrist, I drew a dagger and sent it soaring. The blade sliced through the air, burying itself deep into his calf.

He let out a scream, stumbled, and fell onto the dirt. A cruel smirk crept onto the side of my lips.

Bingo, bastard.

I didn't slow down. I was on him in seconds, pinning him to the ground.

"You think you could just stab me and blow some sleep powder in my face and steal my things? "Bad idea," I panted, tugging his head back. "Now, give me my bag."

The guy groaned, struggling beneath me. "Girl... please, ah, my hand—" he groaned out as I yanked his hand back.

And then I heard the sound of a machine as something flickered in my periphery—a motorcycle.

I turned my head just in time to see a guy swing off his sleek black bike, tying a helmet to the handlebars.

But what caught my attention most was his hand—wrapped in a black bandana embroidered with a nightshade thorn.

My breath caught.

Everything else—the thief, the pain in my ribs, the cold—faded.

It was him. One of them.

One of the bastards who had destroyed my home, my pack, and taken everything from me was present.

My fingers dug into the thief's shirt, my rage boiling over—but before I could react, he saw his chance.

With a desperate grunt, he twisted beneath me, shoving me off with force. I stumbled back, managing to avoid the tree and catching myself on my hands and knees.

By the time I looked up, the thief was gone.

I cursed, but I didn't chase him because I had found something else—something far more important. I staggered to my feet, ignoring my spinning vision, and followed him—the bike guy.

Just a two-minute trek and he led me into the city's underbelly, deeper into the neon-lit streets, until we reached a nondescript alleyway.

At the end stood a hidden bar, its entrance guarded by two burly men who barely spared him a glance before stepping aside.

'A secret place, huh? Maybe his gang was there,' I thought. My gaze darted to the injury at my side. I touched it, and my hands were stained with blood. I bit my inner lips, and I didn't hesitate.

Shaking my hair, I was glad my all-black outfit blended with such a place. I slipped inside, melting into the shadows.

The moment I stepped in, heat and music crashed into me like a wave.

Bodies swayed on the dance floor, grinding, twisting, and shifting. The aroma of alcohol, sweat, and raw dominance thickened the air.

And then—I saw him.

At the far end of the bar, his face half-lit by flickering neon, the same cruel smirk I remembered from ten years ago.

My pulse spiked. Anger coursing through me but before I could take a step, my vision blurred.

Something was wrong.

A slow, creeping numbness spread through my fingers and up my arms. Suddenly, my legs felt heavy and unsteady and my stomach twisted.

I had been poisoned.

How... the thief? Urgh! I swear he would pay, I cursed under my breath.

All I knew was that I needed to get to the other guy now before my body gave out.

I pushed forward, shoving through the dance floor, ignoring the bodies pressing against me.

Chapter 1: Mugged, Stabbed, Humilated! 1

And then I felt him sniff and stiffen. "No doubt, my blood gave me away." 

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