My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 100: Strong Enemy

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Chapter 100

~Author’s POV~

Kieran didn’t spare Titania another glance.

He rolled his neck lazily, letting the tension in his shoulders settle as he turned from the courtyard. His shoes clicked softly against the polished tiles, Lucie trailing just behind.

"We need to go," she murmured, her voice back to its usual poised tone. "Ms. Heart just messaged—Principal Whitmore’s arrived. She wants to meet you in his office."

Kieran’s eyes didn’t shift from the path ahead. "About time," he said simply.

Lucie nodded, silently matching his pace. Around them, students parted in waves, the air shifting with whispers and barely-contained curiosity.

As soon as their figures disappeared around the corner, the brightness in the courtyard dulled—not from shadow, but from something darker.

Titania stood frozen, her nails digging so deep into her palm that a thin rivulet of blood slipped past her knuckle. Her breath came fast, shallow. Rage curled in her gut like venom coiling in a glass vial, ready to shatter.

Lellies saw it too late.

The scent of blood caught her nose just before she saw it, and she immediately stepped forward, lowering her gaze in submission.

"Princess Ti," she began softly, her voice strained, "I apologise for putting you in such a vulnerable position. You didn’t want to show us your crown today... but we begged. And you only wore it because we insisted, and he... Alpha Kieran insul—"

"He did not insult me!" Titania snapped, her voice cracking the silence around her like glass breaking underfoot.

Lellies flinched and lowered her head further, strands of black hair falling forward like a curtain to hide her expression. Her tanned skin shimmered beneath the morning sun, but she said nothing more.

Titania’s breathing grew erratic. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of humiliation.

How dare he?

How dare that smug, sharp-eyed wolf talk down to her like she was some peasant with a plastic tiara?

Her blood boiled. She could feel her magic pulsing beneath her skin, whispering sweet and violent ideas.

Gritting her teeth, she clenched her fist tighter, ignoring the sting and stares. But just when Lellies thought she was going to be okay, a raw, piercing, unfiltered, ear-blocking scream tore through her lips.

"Aaaarrrrgh!"

Gasps rang out nearby as students turned in shock. Some backed away, others simply watched in silence, stunned.

Titania didn’t care.

She didn’t care about appearances anymore. Not when her pride had been bruised in front of everyone.

Not when her magic had gone ignored. Not when someone as arrogant as Kieran dared to look through her... and only see Valerie.

"Oh, the game is on," she hissed under her breath, chest heaving. Her lips curled into a twisted, sharp and poisonous smile.

"Alpha Kieran," she whispered, dragging his name through her teeth like it was venom, "your precious Valerie... will be the one to pay."

Her eyes shimmered—not with tears, but with a vengeful gleam.

"She’ll be my scapegoat. Every step she takes, I’ll be there. Every breath she draws, I’ll crush beneath my heel. And when she finally breaks..." her voice dropped to a purr, "I’ll be there to gloat. To let you watch her fall—because she dared to offend a princess."

Titania spun on her heel, her hair flashing like sunlight on sharpened blades. Her footsteps rang loud and proud as she stormed toward class, leaving behind only a smear of blood and the ghost of a threat that promised ruin.

Behind her, Lellies slowly straightened, swallowing the dread that clawed its way up her throat.

This wasn’t about pride anymore. It was about war. And the first blow had just been dealt, but deep down, she was sure Valerie would lose, and when the Alpha Princes saw she wasn’t worth it, they’d withdraw and focus all of their love and devotion to Titania.

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~Valerie’s POV~

The buzz of my phone rattled against the edge of my nightstand, dragging me out of a half-sleep I didn’t remember slipping into. My fingers fumbled for the screen.

Solstice [4:32 a.m.]: You were right. The Nightshade emblem is a corrupted version of the old Alliance crest. One was banned after the Blood Pact Rebellion. Someone tried to erase its existence from the archives... but I found a trace.

Attached was a dim scan of a parchment, fragile with age, its edges blackened like someone had tried to burn it. Right in the centre was a rose, precisely like the one Professor Myra had shown us. But it wasn’t just a rose. Its petals folded into a sigil I didn’t recognise until Solstice’s next message pinged through.

Solstice [4:33 a.m.]: Professor Rhys Anderlyn. His name appears three times in connection with the file’s restoration permissions.

My heart jumped.

Professor Anderlyn. The soft-spoken, always-neutral History of Magic professor who lectured like he was trying not to disturb the dust, but mostly spent his time in the Library.

He was the last person I expected to be anywhere near something that reeked of war, bloodlines, and coded symbols.

And maybe that’s what made it so dangerous.

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The messages from Solstice haunted the edge of my thoughts all morning.

Even as I made my way through the winding garden path that split the East and West wings, my phone stayed in my hand.

The dim light of the screen reflected in my eyes as I scrolled through the ancient scan she’d sent me.

She’d followed up the image with a complete PDF—a translation of the half-burnt parchment cross-referenced against pre-Rebellion lexicons.

I read the first few lines for what felt like the tenth time.

"Rosebound in shadow, forged in silence. The bearer of this mark holds the key to the fracture."

Fracture of what? Power? Allegiances?

My thumb hovered over a footnote Solstice had highlighted—an entry on blood pacts and forgotten heirlines—when a sharp, pricking sensation raced up the back of my neck.

Someone was watching me.

I slowed my steps in the courtyard. Whispers rippled like water from behind the marble columns flanking the pathway.

"...he’s the Alpha..."

"From the Killian line..."

"I heard he arrived this morning..."

Their voices dropped as I lifted my head. That’s when I saw him.

He was leaning against the stone balustrade by the fountain, dressed in black that was too neat to be casual, too sharp to be effortless.

The early sun cast a silver edge to his blond hair, and even from a distance, his presence was... magnetic. Not in the way that drew you in—but the kind that demanded you look. That forced your attention.

His eyes locked with mine not by accident.

It was deliberate. He had been looking at me.

The world didn’t slow, but my thoughts did, just for a moment. His stare didn’t wander, didn’t scan me like a checklist. He looked through me, like he was trying to figure out which piece of me didn’t fit the picture.

My chest tightened, not with fear—but with something I couldn’t quite name.

Arrogance radiated off him like a second skin. He wore it the way some people wore crowns.

And somehow, he looked like he believed the whole courtyard belonged to him. Like every glance, every whisper was owed.

Even the Alpha princes didn’t walk like that.

It wasn’t confidence, entitlement. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t react.

I met his gaze for a beat longer. Then I shoved him out of my mind. Whatever his deal was, it wasn’t mine.