My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Simp Training Gone Wrong

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Chapter 59

~Valerie’s POV~

No, it wasn’t.

I got to my feet, panting. My instincts were screaming, and Astra still hadn’t said a word.

That was the scariest part.

Suddenly, I heard a rustle, then light footsteps. They were too calculated and silent.

I turned my head just slightly, my eyes narrowing as I caught the subtle shimmer of movement just beyond the misty tree line. And then they stepped into view—three figures, emerging from the fog like predators.

One look at them and I knew they weren’t cadets, even though they tried to dress up like one. They were no one I recognised.

They wore dark combat gear that resembled PSA training uniforms, but not quite.

These were sleeker, heavier and more custom-made to suit some of their weapons. Their faces were partially hidden behind black masks that covered their mouths and noses, leaving only their cold eyes exposed.

Each of them held a weapon, but they weren’t school-issued.

These were definitely not students.

The smallest detail gave them away. No guild emblems in their gloves either.

My fingers curled tighter around the hilt of my blade as I shifted into a defensive stance.

"Who are you?" I asked firmly.

I got no answer.

Erik, behind me, tensed. "Something’s wrong. These guys aren’t from here."

No shit.

Then one of them raised his hand and gave a quick, sharp gesture—like a signal.

At once, they moved swiftly, faster than they had any right to.

The first one lunged toward me with a blade in each hand, slashing horizontally at chest height. I bent low, the tips of his blades barely grazing the top of my shoulder.

I twisted and retaliated with a backwards strike to his side, but he spun away with inhuman speed and caught my leg.

Just as he tried driving the dagger into my skin, I lifted myself and threw the other leg at his face. Quickly, he let go, dodging my attack.

The second attacker came from the left, launching a projectile—some kind of dart or needle. I pivoted hard, the dart slicing through the strands of my hair as I ducked and rolled, landing on one knee.

The third stepped forward calmly, hand glowing with a faint red energy. Magic. Fae or witch. I wasn’t sure which angle he came from.

But that was the least of my problems, seeing how strong his magic was.

He raised his arm and fired a blast directly toward me, but I threw myself to the side behind a tree trunk. Thankfully, Erik hid himself quickly, giving me a better chance to fight without him in the way.

The blast hit the bark, splitting it in half with a sharp crack. Wood and splinters exploded around me.

Erik cried out and scrambled backwards, away from the wreckage.

"Urrgh!" I tried to swallow the pain as I crashed to the ground again, hard, and rolled just in time to avoid a dagger being driven into the spot where my throat had just been. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

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