My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: I Want Valerie Taken Down

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Chapter 235

~Lucy’s POV~

I staggered back. "You... you didn’t see that."

Her gaze flickered to the board with my darts all over it. "But I did," she said smoothly and wickedly. "No need to fret. You’re just as deranged as I am."

Her smile widened into a feral, predatory, maniacal one.

"W-who are you?" I breathed.

She stepped into the light, her silver earrings catching the sun.

"I’m Avery," she said, lips twisting. "And I want Valerie taken down too."

I did not bother with what she said but processed everything that had happened and how I went wrong.

Avery caught the dart mid-air with two fingers—calm, precise, almost bored—and my blood froze.

I hadn’t heard her come in. I hadn’t even sensed her. It was like she’d materialised from the shadows themselves, dark and elegant and completely out of place in the dust-stained classroom.

Her eyes were sharp and calculating, but the smirk playing at her lips made my stomach twist.

"I don’t even need to ask why," she said, stepping closer with the dart still in hand. "I know that look. That quiet hatred... the kind you bury until it rots you from the inside."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My throat was dry. Tight.

Avery’s smirk deepened as if my silence pleased her. "Valerie stole Dristan from me. That’s why I hate her. She got her claws in him before I could show him what real loyalty looks like."

I blinked, confused for a second.

Dristan?

But before I could ask, she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping. "And now it seems she’s stolen someone from you, too."

I stiffened. A chill crept up my arms.

"It’s not like that," I said quickly. "I just don’t like how she treats Kieran. That’s all."

But even I didn’t believe it.

Avery gave a low, amused chuckle. "Oh, sweet girl. You expect me to buy that?" She stepped even closer, circling me like a predator playing with its prey. "You’re in love with him, aren’t you?"

I flinched. My mouth opened and closed like I’d forgotten how to speak.

Then she hit me with it—sharp and brutal.

"Does he fuck you?"

My heart jolted. "W-what?"

She raised a brow, smiling like a snake in silk. "Don’t play coy. He fucks you when he wants. You play the good little maid—get on your knees, make yourself useful."

"No..."

"But even then," she whispered, "he’s still thinking about her, isn’t he?"

"Stop it!"

"All those nights," she continued in a soft voice, cruel, relentless. "You crawl into his bed thinking this time he’ll see you. You laugh when he does. Cry when he ignores you. You helped him chase Valerie. Helped him. Even after he humiliated you, didn’t he slap you once?"

I felt the blood drain from my face.

I raised my hands, pressing them over my ears. "Shut up—just shut up—"

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