My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7 - Seeking Out the Thief

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Chapter 7

~Valerie's POV~

It did not take me long to find what I was looking for. I knew that necklaces were too good for anyone to want to pass on if sold on the black market.

Although the fool wouldn't know its optimal use, it was still a nice gem, and getting witches to forge one for you wasn't easy.

They liked keeping to themselves and not mixing with our kind.

By 9 p.m., I had gotten everything I needed and found he was at one of the elusive nightclubs where all shit went down.

Without a doubt, I knew going there was my biggest option. I quickly dressed up before stepping out of my room.

When I did, I found Isla lounging on one of the couches, her legs placed on the edge.

"Hey, Val."

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"Going somewhere?"

I smiled, not sure how or what to answer. If I said yes, she'd probably have more questions for me.

"You don't have to say anything if you do not want to," Isla added, and I shook my head.

"It's not that. Yeah, I have something I need to do. So I am going out. Wanna come?"

I saw a spark in her eyes, and for a moment, I thought she'd want to accompany me, but then she shook her head. "Nah, I bet it is personal. Besides, I had my fair share of outings yesterday. I still have a report to submit tomorrow. So go and have fun."

"Alright. See ya."

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Slipping through the academy's gates under the cover of darkness was too easy.

Security was tight during curfew hours, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. I had spent years training under my uncle—learning how to move unseen, how to blend into shadows.

Furthermore, I had to do everything to escape him every once in a while when I got a lead on the nightshade bandana. But sigh, like every lead, sometimes I meet a dead end.

They slipped through my fingers like ghosts, whispers that never were there.

But tonight? I had a different target in mind.

Find the thief. Find my necklace. Find the truth.

The tracker led me to a hidden club in the city, buried deep within Starlight's underground scene.

This wasn't a regular bar. It was a supernatural den, a place where the most dangerous beings gathered to drink, deal, and disappear.

The flashing neon sign above the entrance flickered erratically, the bass of the music vibrating through my bones as I slipped inside.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and raw power especially now that I had Astra. The crowd was a blur of werewolves, vampires, and other creatures, all indulging in their vices.

Thankfully, I blended in perfectly—black outfit, hood up, no scent suppression needed in a place reeking of sin.

I kept my movements calm, precise. I wasn't here to play.

I was here to hunt.

Quickly, I picked my target, the one person who could easily hear information from.

The bartender barely glanced up when I slid into a seat at the bar.

A rough-looking man with scars along his jaw and dark, knowing eyes, he was either a rogue or someone who knew how to survive among them.

Well, the city was a peaceful place for everyone.

"Looking for a drink?" he muttered.

I leaned forward. "Not exactly."

His gaze flicked up, assessing. "Then what?"

"Someone." He arched a brow at me but I went ahead anyway. I described the thief, his looks and everything and I watched him closely for any reaction.

He tensed, then masked it quickly.

Interesting.

I pushed further. "I also need access to the black market. Where would I go if I wanted to... sell something valuable?"

The bartender wiped the counter lazily, but his grip on the cloth tightened.

"Dangerous business, girl. Not a place for someone like you."

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