My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Live Your Nightmare

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Chapter 22

~Author’s POV~

The rhythmic claps and synchronised cheers echoed down the corridors of PSA, each chant grating against the ears of anyone unfortunate enough to be within range.

"Two, four, six, eight—who do we appreciate?"

Brielle’s voice rang out above the rest, her tone smug, her hair bouncing with every confident step. Her squad followed in perfect formation, their giggles sickeningly sweet, their movements exaggerated.

Students passing by either rolled their eyes or muttered under their breath. Some stepped aside, wanting nothing more than to avoid the self-proclaimed Queen Bee’s suffocating presence.

Brielle was unfazed. She relished the attention.

After the humiliation in sports class, she had been determined to reclaim her status. Valerie Nightshade would regret ever crossing her. She would pay, she had thought.

She was smiling and gloating. She wanted Valerie humiliated. But just as she turned the next corner, a hand shot out.

Brielle barely had time to react before she was yanked into the darkness of a secluded hallway. A sharp gasp left her lips, panic flooding her veins as her back slammed against the cold wall.

The grip on her wrist was persistent.

"What the hell—?" she started, raising a hand to slap the offender, but the moment her eyes locked onto the figure before her, the blood in her veins turned to ice.

Her breath hitched. "A—Alpha..." she choked.

A towering figure stood before her, shrouded in the dim light, radiating a suffocating presence. A deep, bone-chilling aura pressed into her skin like claws dragging down her spine.

The air in the corridor seemed to shift and bend unnaturally. Brielle’s body trembled.

A pressure, like an invincible force, pressed down on her chest. She choked, her breath faltering as an unseen grip constricted her lungs. Her hands flew to her throat, but there was nothing to grasp, nothing she could fight against.

A violent cough tore through her, and a thick splatter of blood hit the pristine white tiles beneath her.

She barely had time to process the horror before that dark, unforgiving voice sliced through the silence. "You dare lay a finger on her?"

Brielle’s heartbeat pounded so hard she thought her ribs would crack.

"Her?" No—he couldn’t mean... but then she saw it. There was a flicker of something lethal in his eyes. Not just rage nor anger but possessiveness and territorial fury.

And at that moment, she knew he was talking about Valerie.

"I—I didn’t mean to. I thought I was helping you—" she stammered, her voice barely more than a wheeze, but her words died the second the pressure intensified.

Brielle screamed. The sound was a raw, ear-deafening shriek as her entire body convulsed.

Tears spilt down her cheeks as she clawed at the air, at nothing, struggling against a terror she couldn’t see and couldn’t fight.

Something inside her mind was unraveling, twisting into something nightmarish. The figure before her remained motionless, cold and detached.

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~Valerie’s POV~

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