My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 109: Bold: Creating Alliance

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Chapter 109

~Valerie’s POV~

Isla was quiet momentarily, the weight of my words settling between us. Then she tilted her head, thoughtfully expressing her thoughts.

"Truthfully, at first," she said slowly, "I used to think having more than one mate would be amazing. All the pampering, all the protection, all the swoony moments." She paused. "But now? All I see is confusion. Pressure. Longing. Jealousy."

"Exactly," I whispered.

"You’ve got this, though," she said, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "But Val, dating all of them? At once? That’s not you."

I exhaled. "I never wanted that. I just wanted to graduate, maybe start a quiet pack library, be a doctor like one of my aunts, or run a business. Not become the center of a mating vortex."

Isla giggled, but there was softness in her eyes. "Still. If you had to pick... just saying..."

I narrowed my gaze. "Are you my friend or Dristan’s cousin right now? And you better pick the former if you do not want me to keep quiet about the details?"

She gave me an overly innocent smile. "Hehhe, I’ll leave the answer to the moon goddess."

I groaned again. "Isla."

"What?" she said, hands raised. "I’m just saying—"

"Again," I groaned.

"For added school of thought and advantage. Dristan’s loyal. Quiet, but when he speaks, it matters."

"And once again... I don’t need saving," I reminded her.

"I know," she said softly. "But sometimes... it’s nice to be fought for."

That silenced me for a long moment.

Then, trying to lighten the mood, I said, "You just want me to pick him so you get to attend our Moon Ceremony as the VIP cousin with a front-row seat."

"Guilty as charged," she sang.

I laughed despite myself. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you love me."

"Against my better judgment."

She bumped her shoulder against mine. "All I’m saying is... Dristan’s not perfect. None of them are. But I see the way he looks at you."

I glanced across the field where Dristan still stood, back to us now, giving orders to the other Clan members. His aura still shimmered faintly with leftover magic, and yet... I could feel his awareness of me. Always.

"I’ll think about it," I said quietly.

Isla grinned. "That’s all I ask."

We sat there a moment longer, watching the rest of the students filter away.

But deep inside, I knew—thinking about it wouldn’t be the hard part. Feeling was.

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~Author’s POV~

Titania lounged on her velvet divan, legs crossed, her silver silk robe cascading around her like liquid moonlight.

Untouched, a glass of sparkling fruit wine rested in her hand. The lights in her room were low, casting elongated shadows across the walls, and faint magical wards hummed quietly in the corners.

Her phone floated in mid-air, enchanted to hover just below eye-level as her conversation continued.

"I don’t care what he thinks," she said coolly, one hand twirling her hair lazily. "She’s been a problem since she stepped foot in this academy. If we don’t remove her soon, the heirs will be completely under her spell."

A pause. The voice on the other end spoke, her voice muffled by privacy wards.

Titania’s expression soured, her lips pursing. "Yes, I suspect she is mated to one of them, and I don’t care. But what I do not know is why everyone is hovering around her? They’re mine. I had been drawn to them first. Valerie just... intercepted."

Her eyes narrowed. "Which makes her a threat I intend to resolve—personally."

A minute passed and the other person continued to speak before finally Titania sighed, her shoulders slouching.

"Fine. Just keep an eye out for her. I will soon make her the school public whore. Then the alphas would run from her and into my arms."

As she waved her hand, the phone floated down onto the obsidian nightstand. She flicked her wrist toward the door, her magic reacting in a soft shimmer of gold.

There was a knock.

A second later, the door creaked open with a faint hiss of fae magic, revealing a girl Titania didn’t recognise right away—tall, elegant posture, smooth chestnut hair, her golden eyes polished and sweet.

She stepped into the room with careful grace.

Titania didn’t move. "You’re not a servant."

The girl curtsied with unexpected poise. "Marianne Black. Transfer student. I was told to introduce myself to the Fae Princess."

Titania arched a brow, curious now. "And why exactly?"

"I’ve heard a lot about you," Marianne replied, her voice soft and measured. "And I believe... you and I might have similar goals."

That earned her a proper look. Titania set her glass aside. "Oh? And you are... the transfer student who bumped into me, right?"

Marianne nodded. "I am."

"Okay. And what would those goals be?"

Marianne walked closer but stopped several paces away, just enough to respect boundaries without seeming meek. Her chin lifted, her gaze steady. "You dislike Valerie Nightshade."

Titania didn’t answer right away. Her mask of calm sharpened into curiosity. "And what makes you think that?"

"Because I do too," Marianne said simply.

"Bold claims for a newbie but..." Titania studied her carefully before adding, "So, great. The whole school does, particularly girls. So why should I care?" she asked, her cold eyes trained on Marianne.

"Not the whole school. The Alpha Kings’ Heirs and her roommates."

"Her roommates?’ Titania asked, amusement flickering in her eyes.

"Yes."

"You sure about that?" Marianne narrowed her eyes as Titania’s smirk brightened. "Okay, let’s say I buy your thoughts. So?"

Marianne hesitated briefly but finally spoke. "Because girls like us can spot ambition where it blooms—even when it hides under fake humility."

Titania laughed softly. "You think yourself ambitious, little shadow?"

"I think myself informed," Marianne replied.

"Why? Why should I align myself with you when I have things under control? Honestly, you are of no use to me."

Marianne bit her inner cheek but nodded. "That is what you think, and if what you say is true, why haven’t you put Valerie in her place or why haven’t you gotten the Alpha Kings’ Heirs’ attention? Does your title as a princess affect anything at all, or is it all for show?"

Titania’s brows furrowed as she immediately clenched her fist and sat upright in her chair, ready to react when a thought struck home, and she contained her rage.

"What did Valerie ever do to you, a transfer student?"

Marianne took a step closer. "Valerie caused issues for my family. For my father, specifically. She stole something that was meant for me. And the Alpha Princes protected her."

Now, Titania straightened.

"Explain."

Marianne nodded, stepping a fraction closer. "There was an incident... a misunderstanding, perhaps. My father, Arnold Black, acquired a necklace, fair and square. One that should have belonged to me. But the moment Valerie showed up, claiming it, everything went to chaos."

"Typical Valerie," Titania mused.

"That’s not all. She accused us of theft. And the heirs—Dristan especially—believed her. They tore everything down and nearly killed us. My father was humiliated and threatened to stay silent. But I swore—if I ever got into this academy, I’d get back what was mine."

Titania’s eyes narrowed. She recalled whispers of an off-campus skirmish, possibly involving a rogue merchant and the heirs going feral. "And make her pay?"

"Without questioning it."