My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Mates(s)...

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Chapter 3

~Valerie's POV~

After dealing with the three insufferable Alpha Princes, I just wanted to register, get my schedule, and survive the day without more bullshit.

No such luck.

As soon as I entered the principal's office, the principal's secretary hardly glanced up at my arrival, her fingers tapping away at her computer with a look of boredom.

"The principal isn't in today," she said, flicking her gaze over me. "You'll need to come back early tomorrow morning to complete your orientation."

I frowned. "Wait. My uncle was supposed to—" I paused when I realised I said that out loud.

She sighed, already knowing where I was going with this. "I assume your guardian was supposed to call in advance and explain your circumstances?" she asked as though she had heard those excuses before.

Still, I exhaled sharply and nodded. Of course, he forgot, or was this intentional as a way of punishing me?

Tsk... that old man could be a big bully sometimes.

"Right. Well, I was..."

"Sick? That's not my concern," she interrupted briskly.

"No. I was mugged and stabbed on my way here yesterday. Getting to school or in touch with my family wasn't easy after that." Her expression fell completely. She wasn't expecting that, especially when I lifted my shirt to show her the wound.

She gasped.

"So if there are any forms I need to fill, Ms. Heart—" I lifted my eyes from her name tag and smiled expectantly.

"I'm sorry about everything." Her attitude changed immediately. "I just had a rough day. You should also have the doctor check that out, okay?"

I nodded, and she went shuffling through some papers before handing me a neatly stacked pile. "That's it. Here's your timetable and classes, as well as a brochure containing the school rules and a map of the academy."

I took them without a word.

"Your name?"

"Valerie. Valerie Nightshade."

Ms. Heart gave me a once-over, then smirked. "You're a straight-A student, which is the only reason we allowed a senior-year transfer. We don't usually do that, but your dad drove a hard bargain."

She winked at me.

I forced a smile back. Dad?

If my father were alive, I wouldn't be transferring.

If the assassination ten years ago never happened, I wouldn't have to prove myself in this hellhole.

Because just like those spoilt Alpha brats, I was entitled to be here—all Alpha heirs were.

I swallowed the thought and nodded before leaving the office with a thanks.

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The rest of the day was thankfully Alpha-free.

I skimmed over my schedule, relieved to find out I had two more classes before the school day was over. Thankfully, none of the alpha heirs were there.

Unfortunately, I wasn't free of Brielle and her cheer minions.

They were in my Economics and Advanced Geography classes, sitting front row, preening like they were the main characters in a shitty high school drama.

I kept my head down, ignoring the glares thrown my way.

But then, as I settled into my seat, a strange feeling washed over me.

A pair of eyes settled on me. I glanced around subtly, but I did not catch the culprit. I didn't need more unwanted attention today.

But something told me this school wouldn't let me stay in the shadows for long, especially those cheer bitches. So, before anyone made a move, I left the class after the lecturer.

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By the time I reached the dorms, exhaustion weighed on me. The stares—whispers—Alpha Princes. I just needed a moment to breathe.

A soft chime from my smartwatch lit up the screen.

[Welcome to PSA Student Housing: Room 318]

I found the door, twisted the knob, and stepped inside.

Damn.

I expected a cramped dorm. Instead, I walked into a spacious suite—a vast common area that stretched before me, complete with a sleek sectional couch, a massive flat-screen TV, and a low coffee table.

To the right, an open-concept kitchen gleamed with dark countertops and modern appliances, a dining table with four chairs neatly tucked in the corner.

But what caught my attention the most? Four separate doors—two evenly spaced along the walls and the other two in the opposite wing. Each one had a gold nameplate.

I moved closer, scanning the nameplates. Four names—Emerald Drake, Astraea Kane, Isla Storm and Valerie Nightshade.

I pushed open the door—and stopped.

It was perfect.

The room was exactly as I had requested: deep blues, purples, and blacks. It had a massive bed, a plush comforter, floor-length curtains, and a sleek desk in the corner.

I opened the closet.

Three sets of four uniforms, tailored for each season. Light fabrics for spring and summer and thicker materials for autumn and winter.

On the lower shelf, neatly folded, were a pyjama set and necessities.

"Good. My stolen bag isn't an issue for now."

For the first time since arriving at PSA, I felt a little relief. The rest of this school might be hell. But at least this room was mine.

I dropped onto the bed, exhaling.

Tomorrow, I'd deal with everything.

My dorm room had a view of the dense forest surrounding the academy.

I spent most of the evening settling in, even though my roomies were nowhere to be found. I stepped out later to get something to eat before returning.

Finally, I took my bath, and exhaustion took over. I had barely crashed an hour when my new phone rang out, and I immediately took it from my nightstand.

I answered. "Yeah?"

"Valerie," my uncle's voice came through. "The Blood Moon is tonight. You need to get as far into the forest as possible before it rises."

I stiffened. Shit.

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The Next Day—Principal's Office

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