My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: Xade’s Worry

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Chapter 228

~Valerie’s POV~

I wanted to march right over there and slap each of them square across the face. My hands itched for it, my blood boiling from the sting of their words.

My fists clenched at my sides. But Isla’s hand shot out, grabbing my wrist before I could even take the first step.

"They are not worth it, Valerie," she said coolly, holding my gaze.

"They wouldn’t be bold enough to say it to her face," I growled through gritted teeth.

"True, but she’s gone."

"I’m here though," I countered, my voice cracking.

Isla kept a straight face. "Yes, you are. And unless you want to start a fight and have Principal Whitmore breathing down your neck for the rest of the entire calender year, I suggest you don’t."

"But..." I started, anger bubbling in my throat. It wasn’t just about me. It was about everything.

Kieran, the necklace, the heat crawling under my skin whenever my mates were near, the pain Solstice must be going through at home... everything.

I was a live wire, and one wrong move might ignite me.

"No buts," Isla said firmly, her expression not budging an inch. "Let it go, Valerie. If you were to react to every annoying comment about her or yourself, you’d be in more trouble than I can save you from. And one of them includes skipping the class field trip."

I huffed, arms crossing over my chest. "Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad," I muttered. "Avoiding my mates until I find the necklace sounds like a dream come true."

Isla rolled her eyes and started walking. "You do realize the trip counts for 30% of our final grade, right? It’s a core course. If you skip it, you fail."

I blinked. "Wait, what?"

"Failing it means you get a D or lower," she continued without missing a beat. "And if you skip the trip, that’s an automatic zero. Which means double failure. You can’t even take the final exam."

I stopped walking, my brain whirling as the implications slammed into me.

"So... I’m screwed either way?" I asked dryly.

"Pretty much," Isla said with a shrug. "So come on. We’ll be late for class."

I hesitated, then sighed and took her outstretched hand. Her grip was reassuring, steady—just what I needed when everything else felt like it was spiraling.

As we made our way through the hallway, someone bumped into me hard enough to send my books flying across the floor.

"Oh my—so sor... ry."

The apology died on my lips the moment my eyes locked on her.

It was Lucy. My brain brought back our last confrontation when she dumped Kieran’s flowers on me.

My stomach turned. Memories of how she saved Kieran that day came rushing back.

Even though I had not personally witnessed it... I saw the video of how Kieran treated he rlater when I left, slapped her and belittled her.

"Sorry, Lucy," I enunciated but my tone was flat.

Her eyes narrowed immediately. Her brows pinched in deep irritation, her mouth twisting as if my words had physically offended her. Isla snorted under her breath.

I bent down, offering my hand to help her gather her books.

Lucy stared at it like it was infected.

Then she slapped my hand away, grabbed her books with exaggerated fury, and stormed off without another word.

"Weird," I muttered.

"Like master, like servant," Isla said, brushing imaginary dust off her blazer. "Come on, I can’t be bothered with their drama."

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Classes rolled in quickly after that, but the day dragged for me.

"Is that true," he pressed, "or are you avoiding something we all feel?"

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