My Alphas' Dark Desires Chapter 146: Riven Alucard

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Chapter 146

~Valerie’s POV~

Valerie, play your ga.

I smiled subtly and nodded. "I wouldn’t want to make you evade your duty."

He humd and then added, "Tell —where is he now, if you were supposedly with him?"

"We... we split up," I replied, reaching for calm and landing sowhere near desperation. "He had other things to take care of and said I should head back first."

"Mm," he murmured, glancing down as he scrolled through his contact list. "Convenient."

It was only then I realized who he was.

Riven Alucard.

The na whispered between Guild leaders and older students like a forbidden spell.

I’d overheard stories in the dorm—he’d been on so elite exchange program in Elven kingdom, trained in diplomatic combat, espionage, and supernatural law.

He had returned just days ago. And now here he was, catching red-handed.

He tapped on an icon and lifted the phone to his ear. I held my breat through and through every ring.

Co on, Dristan... pick up. Please pick up...

After three rings, I heard the faint buzz of a voice.

"Yes?" Dristan’s familiar voice answered, slightly hoarse—probably from the ss earlier.

Riven’s eyes never left mine. "Apologies for the early call, Mr. President," he said smoothly. "I ran into your mate outside the school gates. She says she was helping you on patrol."

There was a pause on the other end. Then Dristan’s voice ca, a beat too smooth.

"She was."

I blinked.

Riven arched a single elegant brow. "Ah. I see. Is that why she’s returning alone at 12:45 a.m.?"

"Change of plans," Dristan replied. "She was dismissed earlier. I stayed behind."

"I see. Thank you for confirming." Riven didn’t press. But just when I thought he’d end the call he asked, "One more question if you please."

Dristan’s grumpy groan followed. "Ask."

"What clothes is she wearing?"

I swallowed. Had Dristan payed any attention to my outfit while he was staking the bad guys?

I heard a bored sigh and then he replied. "First of, I had alpha business to take care of and I do not have ti for this. I am in the middle of an interrogation. I do not need another from my Vice."

"Answer, Dristan. Simple words then youc an go back to your investigation."

But rathe rthan play along, Dristan scoffed. "If you want details thn, details you shall have."

I had no idea what ga Drisan was going to play but I held my breath nontheless.

"Perceive her Vamp. She has my scent plastered all over her lips and waist but assuming you are not perceived as a pervert who goes about sniffing students at night."

I watched as Riven’s jaw clenched but he kept his cool and replied. "No. I am only following protocol."

"If you really want a picture..."

I could imagine Dristan leaning back lazily in imaginary chair, his voice cool and slow, like he was relishing every word.

"She wore a black hoodie with her na—’Val’—printed in white across the chest, fitted black trousers. A designer chain glinting at her waist like a secret. Her hair was loose, ssy from the wind. And her lips?"

Just the wzy he drawled the last part, I could swear he was smirking, his eyes probably holding that gleam.

Her cheeks? Still flushed pink from where "

"Still swollen when I left her, obviously from where my lips got a little too familiar with hers. She tasted like fire and defiance—sweet, but sharp when she kissed back. Warm, breathless, and entirely mine... for that mont."

Dristan inhaled and I felt my cheeks just burn recalling the intensity of what we shared.

"My hand," Dristan continued, "was on her jaw, her fingers in my jacket, and when our tongues t..." He paused, just long enough to make the silence sting. "She forgot whatever it was she was mad about. And for that minute, she lted into like she belonged there."

"That’s enough," Riven interrupted, his tone clipped. "Thank you, that’s overly detailed, as expected."

Dristan smiled faintly. "You asked, Riven. And given your calibre, I thought I’d make it less boring."

"Tsk. You are President."

"And she is my mate. No rules applied to that and we weren’t on..."

"I made a mistake calling you," Riven stated before Dristan took the opportunity to do more.

He ended the call with a soft click and slid the phone back into his coat pocket. His eyes narrowed slightly before he looked down at .

"Dristan covers for you well," he said in an unreadable tone. "But next ti you make him lie for you, make sure it’s worth it."

I opened my mouth, but nothing ca out.

That was no lie and he knew it. Well so of it wasn’t an entire lie, especially the kiss , the part the dimwit aid he’d proudly tell about.

At least he did not speak of the Nightshade Thorn. But then Riven wasn’t dumb... Taking for Patrol was too much.

If Dristan desired , he could have done so anywhere else.

I sighed, ignoring the thoughts.

"Co," Riven added, gesturing toward the building. "I’ll escort you to your dorm."

"I can find my way," I said, voice firr than I felt.

"I insist."

We walked in silence, the soft crunch of gravel under our feet the only sound between us. Despite everything, I found myself glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

There was no doubt in my mind—this man was dangerous.

But oddly, not in the way most were. He didn’t want to hurt but he could.

And he’d never have to raise a finger.

When we finally reached the dorm gates, he stopped.

His gaze flicked toward again, unreadable. "You’re lucky tonight. Dristan kept your secret. I won’t pry... this ti."

I nodded once.

Then he added in a softer voice but still sharp, "He told you were trouble."

I raised an eyebrow.

"But even trouble," he said, stepping back, "deserves to be escorted ho. Goodnight, Ms. Nightshade."

And with that, he turned and vanished into the night shadows, coat trailing behind him like smoke.