My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 70: Discovering Her Secret

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Chapter 71

~Author’s POV~

The dim glow of a desk lamp cast long shadows across the small dorm room, its golden hue barely warming the coldness that lingered in the space.

Outside the window, the wind whispered secrets through the trees, rustling leaves and stirring curtains, but inside—it was silent. Still. Too still.

A girl sat at her desk, one leg crossed beneath her, the other tapping restlessly against the floor.

Her long hair was tucked behind one ear as she stared at the piece of paper before her. Her fingers were stained faintly with ink, and her eyes glinted in the low light.

On the paper, scribbled in bold letters:

"I know who you really are, Valerie Violet Sapphire Snow—Southern Alpha King’s Heir."

The name stared back at her like it had been pulled from some sacred, forbidden archive.

She tapped her finger again, once... twice... rhythmically, as if weighing the consequences of her next move.

Then she smiled.

A small one at first. Gentle. Almost innocent.

But slowly, it grew—warped, twisted into something darker. Sinister. A smile born from obsession or envy or perhaps both.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes not leaving the paper as she whispered under her breath, "Nice to know your secret, Valerie..."

Her voice was soft, venomous.

"Now let’s see what we can do with this when everyone finds out who you truly are."

She picked up the paper and folded it slowly, pressing the edges down with almost reverent care.

Then she grabbed a blank envelope, slipped the folded note inside, and sealed it shut with a line of red wax—a precaution. A signature.

No names. No fingerprints.

Just a message in the form of chaos waiting to bloom.

She stood, moving to her wardrobe with calculated grace. From the corner, she pulled out a black hoodie and slipped it over her fitted bralet and leggings, zipping it halfway as she moved toward the door. Her boots made no sound across the room’s wooden floor.

The envelope sat tucked in her palm, light as air but heavy with promise.

With a final glance behind her, she stepped out.

The dorm hall was quiet, the late hour giving her the perfect cover. She kept to the edges of the hallway, hugging shadows like second skin.

Her breath fogged in the chilled air as she slipped through side corridors and empty stairwells, knowing exactly when the cameras rotated, when the guards circled the outer quadrants.

It didn’t take long to cross the outer courtyard and scale the back railing of the school’s west wing. She crouched low, her eyes sharp as they scanned the darkened school hall.

A flashlight beam flickered near the eastern hallway, but she waited, crouched behind a pillar until it passed.

Then, silent as a whisper, she moved.

Past the common hallway. Past the library wing.

And finally—to the row of lockers near the senior dorms.

Locker number 212.

Valerie Nightshade.

She knelt, checked around her once more, then slid the envelope carefully through the thin vent in the locker door, watching as it disappeared into the shadows inside.

Her breath hitched slightly in anticipation.

The trap was set.

Let the truth whisper loud enough in the wrong ears, and Valerie’s world would burn before she could even see the smoke.

But just as she turned to leave, her body stiffened.

A flashlight beam swung wide around the corner.

"Shit," she muttered, eyes narrowing.

With practiced speed, she darted behind a row of lockers, pressed against the wall, and waited until the guard passed.

Only when the hallway was silent again did she slip into motion, moving faster now, vanishing down the corridor and out the exit door without a trace.

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~Valerie’s POV~

The moment the school gates came into view, I felt it—that mix of relief and dread coiling together in my stomach.

Home.

Or something close to it.

Dristan pulled the bike to a slow stop near the side entrance where no one but faculty and select students usually passed. I swung one leg over and stepped off, my boots crunching softly against the paved stone as I exhaled, unsure if the tightness in my chest was nerves, exhaustion, or... everything.

"Don’t speak unless necessary," Dristan muttered beside me, climbing off the bike. "Let me handle it if it turns."

I didn’t answer. Just nodded once. That was all I had left in me right now.

But even before we could make it up the path, the back gate slid open with a metallic groan—and three familiar figures waited on the other side.

Xade. Axel. Kai.

They weren’t in uniform, but their presence was as commanding as ever. Standing like sentinels, like they had been waiting longer than they’d ever admit.

Axel was the first to move. He didn’t hesitate—he jogged toward me, his brows drawn tightly together, concern painting every line of his face.

"Valerie," he said, voice low and urgent. "Gods, you’re really okay."

He reached for me, not forcefully, just enough to take my arms in his hands and scan my face, like he was making sure I wasn’t just a figment of his guilt and worry. "You’re not hurt? Did they—?"

"I’m fine," I said quickly, my voice hoarse.

His jaw flexed, but he nodded. "We didn’t know where you were. When the dome collapsed—"

"I know," I cut in softly. "I know."

Xade approached next, slower, quieter, his hands tucked in his pockets. His eyes swept over me in one long look, noting everything without saying much. His expression wasn’t as open as Axel’s, but it carried weight all the same.

"About time," he muttered.

I arched a brow. "Did you miss me, Xavier?"

A ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t rise to the bait. "Glad you’re in one piece, Nightshade. We’ve had our hands full here without you."

I didn’t have the energy to ask what he meant, not now.

Kai stood a few paces back, eyes flicking between me and Dristan.

He didn’t speak at first. He stepped toward Dristan, gave him a long look—like brothers sizing each other up after a battle. Dristan didn’t flinch, but I could tell there was something unspoken between them.

Kai finally clapped Dristan lightly on the shoulder before turning to me.

"You’re fine," he said flatly, but I could hear the relief under his words.

I nodded. "More or less."

He inclined his head slightly. "Good. Then no rest for you. Principal Whitmore wants to see you."

Of course she does.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Let me guess—alone?"

"Obviously," Xade muttered. "Though I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a council or five waiting in that office."

"Fantastic," I murmured, straightening up.

Dristan shifted beside me. "I’ll go with—"

"No," Kai interrupted, already walking away. "She asked for Valerie. Alone. You can handle your own lecture later, Alexander."

Dristan didn’t respond, but I could feel the tension ripple off him.

I followed Kai’s lead as he gestured toward the main path. Axel gave my arm a final squeeze before stepping back. "We’ll be outside," he promised. "If she pulls anything—"

"I’ll be fine," I said, forcing a half-smile. "It’s just Principal Whitmore."

But in my chest, that coil of nerves pulled tighter because nothing about this felt like just anything anymore.