My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 - In Trouble

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Chapter 13

~Valerie's POV~

My movements were swift as I landed a sharp punch to his jaw, sending him stumbling back with a curse. Before he could recover, I followed up with a quick leg sweep, knocking him to the ground.

He barely had time to grunt before I was on him, my knee digging into his chest as I drew a dagger from my boot and pressed it against his throat.

Sluggish bastard.

His breath hitched. His eyes flickered with real fear, just like I had once seen.

I smirked. Good.

"Start talking," I growled, pressing the blade down just enough to draw blood. "Where is my goddamn necklace?"

The silver edge of the dagger glistened against his skin. His body tensed as the realization hit him.

Silver. And his wound wasn't healing. Good, now he knew I wasn't joking.

He froze. "You—you're carrying silver?"

I tilted my head. "I came prepared this time, seeing as my dagger was merciful the last time."

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, eyes darting around. His pulse hammered beneath my blade.

"Now," I said, pressing a little harder. "Talk."

His lips trembled before the words finally spilt out. "I—I sold it!"

"To who?" He hesitated as if searching for a way to knock me off him. So, I did what I could. I unleashed a bit of Astra's strength, pinning him down completely.

He winced. "A-Arnold. His name is Arnold Michel... the Black Merchant."

My heart clenched.

I knew that name.

The Black Merchant wasn't just some street dealer. He was one of the most powerful underground traders in the city. If he had my necklace, getting it back wouldn't be easy.

"Where?" I demanded.

The thief hesitated. I twisted the blade slightly.

He yelped. "His mansion! At Gracevine! Ten streets from here! You can't miss it!"

Gracevine.

I exhaled slowly, my grip on the dagger steady. I had what I needed.

Now, what to do with him?

Astra purred in my mind. "Kill him."

Tempting. But no.

I pulled the blade away slightly. "Consider yourself lucky," I muttered. "I don't kill idiots. Just people who waste my time."

With one swift motion, I slammed the hilt of my dagger into his temple and his body slumped unconscious.

I stood up, exhaled, and wiped my blade clean on his clothes before slipping it back into my boot.

Gracevine Mansion, here I come.

I turned on my heel and strode out of the alley while keeping to the shadows to avoid any unforeseen nuisance while the thrill of the hunt was already ignited inside me.

I was going to get my necklace back.

And if the Black Merchant didn't want to hand it over? He was about to have a very, very bad night.

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I moved quickly, slipping past the main roads and into the shadows of Gracevine Mansion's compound.

The Black Merchant's lair.

The estate was massive, with towering iron gates shielding the mansion from view. Security was tight—guards patrolled the area as their sharp eyes scanned for threats.

Getting in unnoticed wouldn't be easy.

A loud whirring sound filled the air, and before I could react, a thick metal net sprang from the ground, wrapping around me in an instant.

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