My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Reporting Valerie

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Chapter 33

~Valerie’s POV~

After Principal Whitmore left, the Guild Leaders turned to address their squads. Each one gave a short, clipped speech that was motivating, strict, and clear about expectations.

Kai Draven barely said much; he just looked at us like we were soldiers already.

"We don’t lose," he said simply. "Not in Guild Four. So, I’ll suggest you get about yourselves like the warriors that you are and prepare for training tomorrow. If you are weak, please swap guilds immediately, because this is your last show of mercy."

Then he turned on his heel and walked off.

Dristan, on the other hand, didn’t say a word, to my surprise. Not to his new clan. Not to anyone. It was Isla who filled in for him. Dristan stood still for a moment, eyes scanning the field, jaw tight, then turned and walked away without a single instruction.

The rest of us headed back to class. But I had a feeling the day wasn’t over for him. And all I had to do was avoid him like a plague.

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~Dristan’s POV~

I should’ve seen it coming.

Valerie Nightshade.

The damn switch was too clean, too fast—like she’d rehearsed it. I’d been watching Clan B, thinking I had her exactly where I wanted her.

Then suddenly, she wasn’t there. One second she was on my list, and the next, she’d vanished right into the arms of Kai Draven’s squad.

I clenched my jaw so tight I thought I might crack a tooth.

The nerve.

The audacity of her.

And the gall to pull that little stunt right under my nose during orientation, in front of everyone. I’d even seen the moment she locked eyes with one of her clanmates—Avery, I think—and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

I wasn’t angry.

No. I was livid.

It took everything in me not to let it show, not to explode right there on the field. I didn’t even spare her a glare when she settled in with her new group. I couldn’t. I had to swallow the fire burning in my chest and keep my expression blank—detached.

I didn’t speak to my clan. What was the point? I wasn’t in the mood to play commander to a bunch of wide-eyed rookies while the one person who was supposed to be under my watch just danced her way out of reach like it was a joke.

By lunch break, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I knew I had to do something.

I stormed toward Principal Whitmore’s office, the halls parting around me like they could sense the storm coming. When I arrived, I didn’t even wait for her secretary to call me in.

I knocked once. The door opened with a soft hiss.

"Dristan," Whitmore greeted, already seated behind her massive desk, calm as ever. "Come in. Sit," she offered quickly.

Knowing me, she knew I’d do that with or without her permission.

I walked in, already letting my aura fill the office, and I immediately sat down. "I came to report an incident—" I began coldly.

She cut me off smoothly. "You mean Claudia?" she asked, lifting an eyebrow. "And the staff member who let that nonsense happen under their watch?"

My eyes narrowed. "I was coming to that. Yes. Claudia needs to be expelled. Claudia doesn’t represent this school properly. And the staff member who let it happen should be terminated."

My aura slipped. Just a thread. Just enough to drop the temperature in the room by a few degrees. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

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