My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 130: Tempest’s Concern

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Chapter 130

~Aira’s POV~

Golden Claw Estate – Upper East Wing

Just as I rose from the edge of the stool, wiping my fingers clean of faint blue paint, I heard voices.

Familiar ones—soft, heated, threaded with years of unspoken weight. I stepped out from behind the large canvas of Valerie and her father, heart already tightening.

"Autumn is overly joyed at your presence," I said, my voice floating across the hall. "She misses her twin wolf, sister."

They turned—Zade and the one soul who knew me best. Tempest’s eyes sparkled as they met mine, and the way her face lit up, I forgot the ache in my chest.

"Being glad doesn’t even begin to describe what Summer feels—or what I feel," Tempest said, her voice already thick. "How’s my favourite twin doing?"

I gave a watery chuckle, brushing my braid behind my shoulder. "Considering I’m your only twin, I’d say I’m better now that I have seen you."

And just like that, we closed the space between us. No hesitation. No pause. Our arms wrapped tight, our cheeks damp with tears that burned too softly to stop.

We didn’t speak for a long time. Didn’t need to.

When we finally pulled back, Zade raised a brow and crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"You two are worse than Solstice."

Tempest laughed, brushing away a tear and pushing his shoulder playfully. "Speaking of which—how are my little niece and nephew, Solstice and Storm? Where are they hiding?"

Zade shrugged. "Storm’s still away on that internal mission—digging into the corruption mess in the Ministry. Solstice, on the other hand..." he exhaled, "just being her usual mischief-filled self. I swear, she moves more like you than either of us."

"She should," Tempest grinned. "I raised her to be a little firestorm, a tempest in a sea. Quick to act, even quicker to speak."

"I honestly don’t know between her and Valerie who influences the other more," Zade muttered.

That made me smile. "I’d say Valerie. She’s a chip off the old block. That child has this way of bending people with her voice, just like her father, Snow, did. And that soft force of nature? She inherited it straight from Zara."

Tempest’s face dimmed slightly. "How is Valerie, by the way? I haven’t seen my young niece since..."

"She’s no longer with us," Zade said carefully, watching her expression.

Tempest’s eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

"She’s alive," Zade cut in. "But not home. She’s enrolled in PSA. On a mission. To dig into Nightshade Thorn Cult."

The silence that followed was sharp.

Tempest’s stance shifted—dangerous, ready. Her hand shot forward and gripped Zade’s collar. "Are you insane? Zade, seriously, what the heck is wrong with you allowing that? That would mean exposing her to the very people who hunted her and her parents! I can’t allow it!"

I stepped in quickly. "Tempest." She turned to me, jaw tight. "It wasn’t his fault. Valerie insisted."

"That’s why you’re her guardians!" she growled. "To stop her from doing things like this. She already died once in this world. I won’t watch it happen again. Not under my watch."

Zade held Tempest’s gaze unafraid of her tantrum. "She’s going to succeed because she’s stronger than any of us realised. And because she believes in the cause. She’s the child of prophecy, isn’t she?"

"And what if that prophecy turns on her?" Tempest snapped. "She could be seen as a threat. The other Alpha Kings’ heirs won’t hesitate if they feel her power grows too far. You know what the prophecy says—she could remake the kingdom... or destroy it. I will not let the same powers Zara gave freely be used against her daughter."

"They won’t," I said softly.

Tempest shook her head. "How can you be sure?"

"Because Valerie knows what’s at stake," I whispered. "Even if she doesn’t know everything yet."

That made Tempest pause. "Does she even know about the prophecy? Her powers? How have you kept them sealed since she turned ten? How the very necklace claimed to stop her heat, is the one thing stopping her from being who she really is?"

Tempest’s eyes turned to Zade again.

His jaw tightened, voice cold. "No. Who she is, anyone finding out would mean her neck is on the line.’

"It is already on the line,’ Tempest retorted sharply.

"Still... she doesn’t. And for her sake, she can’t. Not with the other heirs watching her every move. That necklace dampens her magic. Keeps her safe. She must not know."

Tempest stepped back, chest heaving. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"For your sake, Zade, I hope it stays that way," she muttered. "Because if something happens to her, how do you think I’ll explain that to our parents? They still mourn Zara. Snow. Valerie. All of them. And yet they don’t know... they don’t know their granddaughter is alive. Not even your mother, Luna Zaria, who has been made to lose her only daughter twice now, knows."

I reached for her hand, squeezing gently. "I know the burden you bear, sister. I carry it too. That’s why I never told you in the beginning. To spare you the pain."

Tempest gave a sad laugh. "You nearly made me kill you that day. I’d been mourning her for three years before I saw her in this house. Alive. And unaware."

She touched her chest and blinked away a tear. "The hole they left never healed."

I felt it too. Deep. Raw. But I didn’t say anything. Instead, I smiled faintly.

"Come," I said, needing to shift the air. "Let’s go see Solstice. I know she’d love to see you."

"Where’s my little niece at? I do not want to be the bearer of sad news here any further."

The training dome, as usual," Zade stated.

We headed toward the dome together, the three of us moving as one.

But when we arrived—there was no laughter. No stomp of boots. No mischievous girl with her braid flying behind her.

Just silence.

And a cold chill curled down my spine.

Zade frowned first. "She’s not here?"

We checked every corner of the dome. There was no sign of her, no scent.

Panic started to set in. Tempest was the first to run. I followed.

"She could be in her room, lazing around." But when we got there, Solstice’s bedroom door was ajar.

Her scent was there—strong, fresh—but fading fast. The covers were rumpled. Her boots were gone.

And on the bed, folded carefully, was a note.

Panic set in instantly as I recalled that very moment a couple of weeks ago when Valerie did the exact same things and ran away, and Zade picked it up.

I could already swear that was what was happening, but then again, while Valerie was a headache, Solstice’s mischief was even worse, and she loved playing games like this.

I swallowed as I clenched my fist, praying it was just a prank and nothing more.

But then, Zade turned towards us, his face turned pale. He didn’t need to read it aloud. I saw the words from where I stood.

I’m sorry, Dad. Mum. I have to go.

My heart stopped.

Zade turned slowly to face us, eyes unreadable.

"She’s gone," he said quietly. "Solstice has run away."