My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Weapon of Destruction

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Chapter 147

~Valerie’s POV~

I stood there for a moment, hand gripping the dorm handle.

My heart hadn’t stopped racing from Dristan’s too-good reveal, from Riven’s suspicion and from the truth I was burying beneath lies and half-smiles.

But I’d barely made it back, and now I had bigger problems because Riven Alucard, the Vice of Vice, knew my name and that was almost as dangerous as the truth I carried.

I swear, Solstice gonna kill me.

"That’s only if you tell her, right?" Astra purred within me. "What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her."

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The world shimmered in soft gold, bleeding into pink as twilight cloaked everything in magic.

I stood barefoot in the centre of an expansive marble terrace, surrounded by shadows—but not the kind that frightened. These were warm, familiar, like a presence.

No... it was all six of them.

I turned—and they emerged from the shadows one by one, taking their usual form.

Kai was smirking as always, with his arms folded, and a glint in his eyes dared me to come closer.

Xade was next, lazy and coiled like a predator, eyes unreadable and lips curled into something dangerously charming.

Axel leaned against a stone pillar, quietly and calmly, but the moment his gaze found me, everything else dulled.

Then came Ash, tall, aloof, and regal. But when our eyes met, I saw the crack beneath the surface.

And then Ace, the gentle, cute soul, whose eyes held reverence when he saw me.

Dristan was the last to step out of the shadows. He was wearing the outfit I saw him in yesterday evening.

He didn’t smirk, nor did he move fast. He just looked—and my breath caught. There was something in the way he saw me. Like I was the very thing he was made to ruin and worship all at once.

They circled me suddenly with something less of threats nd more of a dance.

Immediately, hands reached towards me from all angles they were in. One brushed my jaw. Another touched my waist.

Someone’s fingers laced into mine—gently but firmly—and with a swift spin, I turned right into someone’s chest.

Before I could breathe, hungry lips crashed onto mine, deeply taking advantage of my gasp to slide his tongue in and kiss me deeply.

His tongue swept into my mouth and I gasped, not from surprise but from recognition. One of them. All of them. Their tastes blurred, like every part of them belonged to me and I to them.

But then the air shifted, and the light dimmed. And the marble beneath us shattered suddenly. We were no longer standing on PSA grounds.

Darkness cracked through my reality like a whip. The sky above turned red, then black. A sound split the world in two, and suddenly I wasn’t in that terrace anymore.

I was back to that painful moment ten years ago.

The fire, the screams, the blood and the dead bodies.

I stood frozen in the secret tunnel’s exit, watching my home burn. My throat was raw, the smoke choking me as the flames danced over shattered windows and broken walls.

My maid’s body lay a few feet away, lifeless. She’d taken the blow meant for me. And when I went in search of my parents, I heard them.

Male cruel voices, laughing in mockery, pointing at the mess and destruction.

And then him.

A presence that sucked the warmth from the air. I didn’t see his face, but I saw his eyes. Blood-red. Unforgiving. They turned toward me like he knew.

I ran.

Through the woods. Over broken roots. My legs ached, but I kept running—until the earth shook.

I was no longer a child, now standing as a grown girl. I spun on my heels, looking for an escape.

But it was. I could feel it—this wasn’t just a memory. It came from me.

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