My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Painful Sweet Memories

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Chapter 195

~Valerie’s POV~

Dad grinned, his teasing tone returning. "Your temper’s too hot. I’m afraid Valerie will take after you."

Aunt Tempest gasped in mock offence before her expression softened. "That’s why Aira will be a godmother too. Hot and cold. No offence, sweet sis."

"None taken, Tempest," said another voice, cool and serene. Aunt Aira came into view, kneeling beside Mum’s chair. "Isn’t that right, Vi baby?" she added, pinching my cheek softly.

"Sure," Mum said, smiling down at me.

"And that’s why having three godmothers is no big deal. It simply means she’s loved," a fourth voice or fifth—I lost count after Mum and dad, hehe—came out loudly as she walked closer.

"Welcome, Ella," Mum greeted sweetly as Aunt Ella moved closer with a baby bump in her stomach.

"You guys finally settled?" Ella laughed, brushing her fiery curls out of her face.

"Well, it was a cute fight," came a rich, deep male voice.

Soon, I was surrounded—wrapped in a circle of warmth, laughter, and love. Familiar faces leaned close. Cherished. fгeewebnovёl.com

Golden God—Dad’s assassin friend, also known as Xavier Kael. Dare Devil—my father’s right-hand fighter, known as Uncle Ravyn Aragorn, who always smelled like steel and danger.

And then there was Uncle Jupiter Damien, the shadowy intel king with endless connections. And finally, Uncle Zade Gold, my mother’s only brother, who had once sworn to kill anyone who made me cry.

"I’ll call her Valerie," Uncle Zade declared, siding with Dad.

"I’ll call her Violet," Uncle Jupiter added, clearly siding with Mum.

"I’ll go with Sapphire," Xavier added with a sly grin, knowing he picked in between.

"I’ll call her baby Val or baby Vi," the voice that warmed me most during my pain-filled days, Storm’s.

"Hey, little Storm. You will be her big cousin," Dad cooed as he lifted him in his hands. Although big now, Dad always treated Storm as his own child.

"Daddy Snow, I love my baby sis."

"Yes, as you should. You’ll be getting one more, too. Look, your mum will give birth to a baby."

"Yay. I will have more little sisters to play with."

"And to protect. You are their older brother. Never forget?"

They all looked at each other, then burst into light-hearted bickering that I couldn’t understand in baby talk—but it warmed me.

Then, just like that, the colours began to fade. One by one, the smiles disappeared. The room grew quiet. The light dimmed until there was only memory and silence.

I stood in my mind’s eye again, a spectator to my own past, watching as the years sped by in bursts—hidden behind masks, sheltered by lies, kept from the very people who once held me with such fierce love.

And then came the day of my parents’ death. The world turned cold instantly, silent, still.

And in that haunting stillness, everything disappeared... until only a white light remained.

It beckoned to me and I reached for it.

And just like that, I was yanked back into the present. Warm air brushed against my face. Hushed voices buzzed nearby.

"Stop raising your voices," someone whispered. "You’ll disturb her sleep."

"She’s awake..."

A shadow shifted and then seven pairs of eyes surrounded me.

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