My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Understanding the Heirs’ Powers

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Chapter 18

~Valerie’s POV~

The moment the words left my mouth, all three girls stared at me like I had just sprouted a second head.

"Is that even a question you should be asking as a werewolf citizen?" Emerald scoffed.

I shrugged, still looking at them expectantly. "I’m just asking to clarify things, you know. I always wondered and unlike you all, I didn’t go to school with them."

Emerald groaned and facepalmed. "Seriously, this keeps getting worse. Even I know all about your history."

I ignored the meaning behind her words. "What? I just feel like it’s a rumour started by some people to make them seem more mysterious."

Isla, however, just arched a brow before shaking her head. "He is my cousin for Goddess’s sake. And speaking from experience, yes. I have seen it. I have seen them all."

"All?" I echoed, watching her carefully. "Like all of them?"

Something shifted in Isla’s posture. Her fingers twitched slightly against the counter, her jaw locking, shoulders going stiff. Anger. Or maybe something deeper.

I lifted my hands quickly in surrender. "Don’t get me wrong. I’m not doubting you."

Isla exhaled, tilting her head slightly. "Then what?" I could see the anger in her eyes and I knew I couldn’t afford to make her an enemy. She was one of the closest thing I had to a friend since I came here.

Astraea, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke. "Yeah, what exactly are you getting at?"

I hesitated for a second before asking, "What about the Southern heir?"

Silence. Not just a pause. A heavy, suffocating silence that fell over the room like a curse. I frowned. "What?"

Astraea was the first to try and answer. "You do know it’s forbidden to speak about the Southern heiress and what happened—"

"Shhh!" Emerald cut in sharply, silencing her. Her gaze flickered toward me, calculating. "Since we are already on the topic, we might as well answer her since it seems like Valerie grew up under a rock."

I couldn’t entirely argue with that.

Even though my uncle Zade was the alpha of the Golden Claw pack, I was literally hidden all my life. I was training and getting drilled in ways I could never expect. freewebnøvel.coɱ

To him, it was like something hereditary. In the past, my grandfather had been killed, and our pack had been destroyed. To survive, my grandma’s brothers took him in and diligently and thoroughly trained him.

Like he used to say, my training wasn’t up to half of what he endured. Still, as his sister’s only child, that meant he couldn’t over-drill me since he doted on my mother and me.

Aside from my cousin and his Gamma, I did not interact with most people in the pack. I was more of a shadow, non-existent like the world made me into.

"What about her?" I blinked when Emerald spoke.

I lifted a brow at her sudden change of demeanour but continued. "I meant, has Isla or anyone ever seen her powers?"

Isla’s expression turned unreadable. "No." She leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms. "No one has. No one knows since she, you know..." Isla casually dragged a thumb across her throat, the universal sign of death.

The air in the room felt colder suddenly, and when I stilled briefly, sensing whose energy it was, I noticed it came from Isla.

A dark, cold aura emanated from her like a perfume.

"But that’s that," she added quickly, snapping out of the eerie moment. "As for the other heirs, yes. I’ve seen their abilities firsthand."

"Now, before you start asking specifics," Emerald began, taking control of the conversation, "each of the Alpha Kings’ heirs was blessed with elemental powers. That’s how their fathers were chosen to rule their regions. They are the true kings who will one day unite the werewolf kingdom and protect us from all threats."

Uncle would have told me... right?

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