My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 46: Helping Dristan

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Chapter 48

~Isla’s POV~

After overhearing Kai and Axel talk about Dristan... I didn’t waste a second.

The second I heard Ash had said something about Dristan’s mother—something cruel enough to make him lose control—I knew things were already spiraling.

And the moment the PA system crackled overhead with Principal Whitmore’s sharp voice announcing disciplinary measures for the Alpha Kings’ Heirs?

Yeah. This had gone far.

"Dristan Alexander and Xade Xavier will step down from overseeing any advanced drills or simulations for the next two weeks. They will report directly to the Elite Council, and any further violation—any—would result in permanent stripping of their position."

I moved fast through the corridors, boots echoing across the tiled floors, heart pounding with urgency. I needed to find Valerie.

I wasn’t sure why exactly, but something told me she needed to know. Maybe because she was at the center of this chaos. Maybe because I was tired of watching everyone act like they knew what was best for her.

And I found her.

Just outside the east wing gardens, standing in the shade beneath one of the tall arching trees, arms crossed and listening to—

Wait. No.

Seriously?

Xander Draco.

The Dragon Prince walked far too close to her, his voice calm and his expression unreadable.

One of his hands was raised slightly, like he was explaining something. Smooth, quiet, too damn relaxed.

My eyes narrowed instantly.

"Valerie!" I called out, voice sharper than I meant it to be.

Valerie turned, her brows lifting as she saw me. Xander turned too, but he didn’t look surprised at all. He just... smiled like he was expecting me. Like he knew I’d come.

The hell?

He gave Valerie a small nod before backing away. "I’ll see you later," he said smoothly in a silk-like voice, and strolled off like he had no care in the world.

My jaw locked.

Valerie looked back at me with a frown. "What was that?"

"I should be asking you," I shot back. "I don’t trust the new ones."

"Xander isn’t like the rest," she said almost immediately, like she’d rehearsed it.

I scoffed. "You can believe that if you want. But I’ve been here long enough to know when someone’s playing a long game."

Valerie didn’t argue. Not really. Just sighed. "So... why are you here?"

"Follow me."

"Where?"

"I can’t say. Just trust me, okay?"

There was a beat of hesitation in her eyes. But she nodded. "Fine."

We made our way to the administrative wing together. The walk was quiet, save for the buzz of energy still lingering from the earlier race. I kept glancing at her. She looked tired, distracted..., and still off.

When we got close to the principal’s office, she eyed me with a side glance.

"I’m not in trouble, am I?"

"No," I told her honestly and directly. "But Dristan might be."

She exhaled loudly, and her shoulders slumped. "If this is about the punishment, then honestly, he kinda deserves it. He lost it. I tried to stop the fight earlier but those boys still went at it."

Wait. What?

"What?" I blinked at her.

"They were about to fight before the race even began," she said, rubbing her forehead. "All of them. I stepped in luckily."

I stared at her. "Wait... is that why you were late to meet Emerald and me?"

Valerie bit her lip like she had spilled something she shouldn’t have before giving me a small nod. "Yeah."

"Why though?"

She clamped her lips shut. I could see the internal war all over her face. I raised a brow and waited.

But when she didn’t say anything, I stepped back and leaned against the wall. "Look... I know you’re mates with my cousin and the others. I haven’t told a soul. Shouldn’t that count for something?"

That made her pause. Then, finally, Valerie nodded. Just barely.

"Fine. It was about me," she muttered. "Can’t say much... it is what it is."

I nodded slowly, letting that settle.

"Anyway," I added, "Principal Whitmore needs to understand the Lycans started it."

She blinked. "How so?"

I looked around—just in case—then pulled her a bit to the side, lowering my voice. "Ash said something. I don’t know exactly what, but it was about Dristan’s mum."

Her eyes went wide. "What did he say?"

"I can’t say because I do not know, but any mention of his late mother, especially in a rude manner, gets you an angry Dristan," I admitted. "Even though you may want to defend Ash..."

"I wouldn’t," Valerie refuted.

"Okay, but whatever it was... Dristan snapped first. That says a lot."

Valerie looked stunned. "I didn’t even know he lost his mum."

I sighed and lowered my gaze. "Yeah. No one really talks about her. It’s a sensitive topic. Aunt Ava died when we were younger. She loved Dristan a lot. He never talks about it, not even with me."

Valerie’s eyes softened as guilt flickered through them. "I’m sorry."

"It’s not your fault," I said, even though it hurt just thinking about it. "But that’s why this isn’t just about ego. Ash crossed a line."

She grabbed my wrist gently, looked me in the eye, and said, "Let’s go. We’ll fix this."

I blinked. Honestly, I hadn’t expected that but I smiled. "Sure."

Except... when we got to the office, Ms. Heart greeted us with a tight smile and said, "I’m sorry, girls. Principal Whitmore is currently unavailable."

Just like that.

I felt the disappointment sink in fast, but I didn’t say anything. Valerie and I left the office and turned down the corridor again, walking side by side in silence.

And that’s when we saw Dristan.

He turned the corner ahead, walking with that familiar stormy energy around him. Head down. Hands in his pockets. Rage practically radiating off his body in waves.

Valerie froze. I felt her instinctively shift to turn around and bolt, but I grabbed her wrist and held her in place. Then I nodded at her.

She understood and thankfully braced up for the conversation.

Vlerie took a step forward. "Dristan—"

But he cut her off coldly. His eyes didn’t even meet hers when his voice thundered. "So you think you’re so important now, huh?"

Valerie blinked. "Pardon?"

"Next time," Dristan said, voice sharp as ice, "don’t show your face in my presence, Nightshade. And keep your new pests under control—or I’ll rip his throat out right in front of you."

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"Cousin!" I stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "You can’t talk to your mate like that! Valerie cares—I brought her here to—"

He turned to me with a glare so dark, so piercing, I instantly stepped aside even though I wanted to stand my ground.

For a moment, it felt like I had no control and did as he desired.

His eyes were glowing again—a dangerous blue.

Valerie scoffed just as he brushed past. I couldn’t blame her for it. I had put her in this mess. But when she spoke, her voice was cold and empty. "As he wishes."

I turned, watching him go... and something in me ached.

For both of them because this wasn’t how it was supposed to go and I had a feeling it was only going to get worse.

"You have to bring them together," My wolf suggested, and I nodded.

"I will. Even if it puts me on his bad side."