My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: He Came

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Chapter 64

~Valerie’s POV~

"There," I said, pointing to the shimmer of headlights in the distance. "A bike."

It was moving fast, engine rumbling across the tiled road that bordered the forest’s edge. The rider looked familiar, probably heading straight to the. I could practically hear the club’s pulsing bass from here.

And words could not describe my joy and worry at the thought of getting there again.

We were close. So close.

I didn’t wait. I broke into a jog, the underbrush brushing against my legs as hope swelled in my chest like a balloon ready to burst.

But just as my boots hit the soft earth closer to the clearing, a firm hand gripped my wrist and yanked me back hard.

I stumbled into Xander’s chest, blinking up at him, but his hand didn’t let go.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice tight.

He didn’t answer right away. His eyes swept the trees beyond the road, then flicked down to mine. "Valerie, you have to be careful."

"I am careful," I said, trying to pull away, but he held me firmly. "Xander—"

"No," he said sharply. "You’re cautious, not careful. There’s a difference. What if that’s not just a biker? What if it’s a setup? What if they’re here for you again?"

I stopped moving.

He was right. I hated it, but he was right. Every instinct in me said go, get help, get out—but now the same instincts were starting to twist, pulling at me like a warning.

I was about to suggest we stay low and scope out the area first when the air changed. You don’t always notice it immediately, but when you’ve felt it before, you know.

The shift in the wind tingled along your spine.

The drop in temperature when someone powerful was nearby.

I stopped breathing.

"He’s here," I said softly, not even turning my head yet. "Xade Xavier is here."

Xander stiffened beside me and beat me to it.. "And so is Dristan."

I didn’t need to see them to know. Their auras were unmistakable. Xade’s was a storm in motion, restrained but crackling beneath the surface.

Dristan’s was colder. Heavier. The kind of presence that pressed down on your chest, not to suffocate... but to remind you that it could.

And then he came from behind.

I didn’t hear footsteps. I just felt the weight of the silence crack.

The crunch of boots against dry twigs was slow and deliberate.

I turned swiftly when I felt Dristan emerge from the trees, his form cutting through the light like a shadow with teeth.

His eyes locked on mine, glowing faintly beneath the shade of his lashes.

I didn’t flinch. But I didn’t smile either.

"Fancy seeing you two here," he said in a low voice. "Why? What happened?"

Xander took a step in front of me. "You’re late," Xander stated.

Dristan shrugged one shoulder. "Didn’t get the invite."

Xade stepped out from the opposite side, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable but sharp as always.

His eyes scanned me from head to toe, then flicked to Xander with the kind of intensity that made my wolf stir.

"You look like hell," Xade said bluntly.

I exhaled. "Feels like it too."

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