My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 14: The Alpha Kings’ Wrath

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Chapter 14

~Valerie’s POV~

Pain shot through me, dull at first, then blinding. My limbs were sluggish, my vision blurred and my body betrayed me. The poison was taking hold. I fought against it, fought to stay upright, but my knees buckled.

Arnold’s cruel chuckle echoed in my ears. "Well, well. It looks like the mighty little wolf isn’t so mighty after all."

My body trembled. Not from fear but from rage. I forced my head up just as she stepped forward.

A young girl looking no more than seventeen. She was tall and delicate, with silky chestnut hair and golden eyes that gleamed in the dim light. She looked like royalty.

Spoiled, entitled, dangerous royalty, but if she were one, I would have known. She was simply a spoilt daddy princess.

But I didn’t care about her. I cared about what was around her throat.

My necklace.

It sat against her collarbone, glimmering under the lights of the mansion. Mocking me like the smirk on her pretty little face. And something inside me snapped.

A low, guttural growl rumbled in my chest. Astra stirred, fur bristling on my hands, fangs bared. She wanted blood.

"I’m going to rip that off your neck," I snarled, forcing my trembling limbs to obey but they didn’t.

The girl tilted her head, clearly unimpressed. "Oh? You mean this?" Her fingers brushed the gem, stroking it like it belonged to her. "Daddy gifted me this. It’s mine now, not yours. Well, it wouldn’t matter if you died anyway."

I took a step forward, and everything suddenly changed.

A wave of pressure slammed into the courtyard. The air crackled with a force I’d never known and the ground trembled.

A presence like no other... No—four. The scent assaulted my nostrils like a tidal wave: dominance, fury, possession.

While my gaze searched them out, a deep voice cut through the chaos. "What the hell are you doing to my mate?!"

The entire courtyard froze.

Arnold’s face twisted in confusion, his smirk faltering for the first time. The girl in the nightgown took an instinctive step back while the guards hesitated, eyes darting between their employer and the sudden shift in power.

As if in cue, four figures dropped from the mansion walls like vengeful gods descending upon mere mortals.

I recognised them immediately. The Alpha Kings’ Heirs.

They landed around me in a perfect, deadly formation—Dristan to my left, Kai to my right, Axel behind me, Xade directly in front, surrounding and protecting me.

Their eyes glowed molten red. Their wolves lurked just beneath the surface, snarling, deadly.

Arnold’s guards—who had been arrogant just seconds ago—stiffened. Some stumbled back as the scent of their fear filled the air.

The ground beneath my feet trembled as Dristan stepped forward.

His cyan-blue eyes gleamed coldly in a calculating, merciless manner.

"I’ll ask only once," he said in a low, lethal voice. "Where is her necklace?"

Arnold exhaled sharply but didn’t move. He was smart enough to realize he was outmatched, but stupid enough to pretend he wasn’t.

A slow smirk crept onto his lips. "Looking for a fight, pups?"

A defeating silence ensued and I well as hell knew he had angered them but then again maybe that was what Arnold wanted.

A growl so low and dangerous erupted beside me.

Kai’s emerald-green gaze sharpened. "Pups?" The single word held the promise of destruction.

Axel cracked his knuckles. "D... looks like someone needs to be put in their place."

Dristan didn’t respond. He just rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing, his aura surging. The temperature plummeted. The ground cracked beneath him.

But before any of them could move, Arnold made his final mistake.

He snapped his fingers. Instantly, his guards lunged and as soon as they did, the courtyard erupted into chaos.

Fangs bared. Blades flashed. Snarls echoed through the night as slashes rang out. Arnold’s wolves attacked in a blur of movement—but they never stood a chance.

Kai moved first.

He caught the first wolf by the throat, lifting him off the ground like he weighed nothing. With a single, brutal motion, he slammed him down—bones cracking on impact.

A second guard swung a blade at Axel. Big mistake.

Axel ducked, moving so fast he was a blur. Before the wolf could react, Axel’s knee slammed into his stomach, followed by an elbow to the jaw. The guard crumpled instantly.

I never saw him in close combat before or any at all but I could tell Dristan was worse.

He didn’t rush. He didn’t waste movements. Every strike was calculated, precise and deadly. A guard lunged at him from behind and Dristan sidestepped smoothly, grabbing the wolf’s wrist and twisting until a sickening snap echoed through the air then he ripped it from his arm shoulder.

The man dropped to the ground like a lifeless firefly before Dristan tossed his torn hand over at Arnold.

And then there was Xade. He didn’t dodge. He didn’t even move.

He let a guard swing at him—only to catch the blade between two fingers, then he grinned like a crazy lazy maniac who thrilled for killing as a sport.

"Try harder," he whispered before driving his fist into the wolf’s ribs.

The feral cry and screams of the wolves being haunted by larger prey filled the air and so did something unnatural.

At a point, one of the guards snuck behind me but before he could lay a finger fine me, Dristan’s growl rendered the air and the next second lightning flashed past my face, barely and struck the guard dead.

I froze, my heart beating too fast than necessary and speeding up the paralysis effect.

The fight was over in under a minute as silence fell over the courtyard.

Arnold’s men lay scattered across the ground, groaning, unconscious, or too afraid to move and a few who had encountered Dristan—he left for dead.

The girl in the nightgown was frozen in place, clutching my necklace as if it would protect her when suddenly I saw Xade appear behind her and that sickening twisted look in his red eyes appeared again.

Arnold himself took a single step back, realization dawning in his eyes.

Because he knew he had fucked up. He now knew who they were by sheer brute strength. No wolf could ever compare.

The Alpha Kings’ Heirs weren’t just any alphas. They were rulers. And they were pissed.

I always thought them having powers were a sickening lie told to make other alphas fear them but what I saw from Dristan and Xade just now, made me rethink that thought.

Arnold’s bravado shattered. He dropped to his knees, his head bowing instinctively.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn’t rip out her heart and throat where she stands and feed it to you?" Xade thundered.

Arnold’s eyes went wild with fear as his gaze fell on his daughter who seemed frozen in fear. "Alpha Kings’ Heirs," he stammered. "I—I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t know she was—"

Kai growled. The sound alone made Arnold flinch.

Axel crouched in front of him, tilting his head. "See, the thing is... we don’t really care what you knew."

Dristan’s voice was calm, much too calm. The kind of calm that came before destruction.

"You hurt our mate," he said, rolling back his sleeves. "And for that?"

He smiled.

"We’re going to ruin you."

Arnold’s breath hitched. His face paled as he saw Xade’s claw extend and scratch the neck of the young not so arrogant girl.

She whimpered, her earlier arrogance fading immediately, leaving a scared puppy in its place. freewebnøvel.com

"P-Ple–please sires. I swear I would do anything you want. Just please don’t, don’t just hurt my daughter."

Suddenly Dristan chuckled darkly, his eyes turning from red to blue, not his usual shade of cyan blue but this time different as lightning surged within them.

"You still don’t get it, Black Trader. You have no right to bargain. Killing you will not suffice for the hurt you have inflicted upon her." His gaze flickered in my direction, and I held my breath, feeling as though he could see right through me. "She’s mine, and any touch on her is equalled to treason before me. Now..."

That was it. Dristan’s stare had done it, completely freezing me in place as his aura overwhelmed my senses more than Astra’s healing could help push back.

I tried to move, to push past the fog of poison in my veins, but my vision swayed.

And then... Blackness.