My Alphas' Dark Desires Chapter 157: Owned and Claimed 1

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Chapter 158

~Valerie’s POV~

I inhaled sharply, clutching the edge of my tie. "Ma’am, I didn’t get any... I didn’t sleep with anyone."

Whitmore arched a brow. "No?"

"No," I said firmly. "I haven’t."

"Yet," Principal Whitmore finished for . "Answer this, did you kiss Kai?"

I knew where this was going, but answered anyway. Yes."

"And did you kiss Dristan?"

I nodded at her. "I kissed Kai. That’s true. And yes, I also kissed Dristan. But that’s it. Nothing else happened. And even if it did, that doesn’t make a criminal."

"Perhaps not a criminal," she murmured. "But a distraction? Most certainly. You’re the new girl, Valerie. The one everyone already had their eyes on. And now, here you are—flitting between heirs, giving the council more reason to monitor this school and more headaches for ."

I bit my lip.

"You’re in a very delicate position," she continued. "The council knows the heirs are drawn to you. I know that. And I’ve tried to be... understanding. But this? This crosses the line of discipline."

I forced my shoulders to stay straight. "I... What would you like to do?"

"Simple." Her tone sharpened. "Control yourself. Maintain your boundaries. And don’t tarnish this school’s na further with public displays of affection."

My chest squeezed. "So I’m supposed to pretend none of them exist? That I don’t have a connection with them?"

"You can have your connection in private," she snapped. "But not on my campus. You’re still a student here. This is not a lovers’ retreat. This is PSA."

I bit back the urge to roll my eyes. "Noted."

"I also found out the heirs left class after hearing of your illness."

"They were worried," I said tightly.

"They were reckless," she countered. "And you fed into it. You knew what would happen."

"I never asked them to co," I muttered. "I just... wanted space."

She clicked her tongue. "You say that. But are you really setting boundaries, Valerie? Or are you playing with fire?"

That stung.

And then she leaned forward, her voice suddenly colder. "Tell . Did you sleep with any of them?"

My eyes shot up. "No!"

She stared at , long and hard, as if trying to detect a lie. "They may be your lovers, but if you think I will let PSA turn into so hormonal circus, you’re wrong."

"I never planned for this to happen," I said through clenched teeth.

"Doesn’t matter what you planned." Her words cut sharper now. "It’s happening. And you need to fix it. Fast."

I nodded stiffly.

"You have three days of detention starting tomorrow. You’ll report to the western wing under staff supervision. Maybe a little space from your lovers will help you reflect."

My fists clenched, but I did not. "Yes, ma’am."

I turned to go, my pride already bloodied—but then she called again. "Oh, and Valerie?" I paused. "Try not to sully PSA’s na further."

I slowly looked over my shoulder. "Right. Assuming I don’t get killed under PSA’s roof and your so-called surveillance."

Her brows pinched, but I gave her a half-bow before she could respond and turned away.

I walked out with my head high and my blood simring, even though I wanted to scream.

If this was how PSA protected its students... I was better off protecting myself.

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~Afternoon Class~

A sigh escaped my lips as I walked into the training grounds. The sky above was a dull grey, heavy with thick clouds, and I could sll the rain coming.

’Just fall and wash away all of these stupid feelings,’ I muttered to myself.

The air felt tense, not from the weather but from whispers. Everywhere I turned, it followed : the looks and the half-hidden smirks.

The outdoor combat session was supposed to be just another senior year drill, but today, it felt like a stage... and I was the unwilling perforr.

I stayed focused on my warm-up routine: stretching, shifting my weight, and breathing. Astra’s voice echoed in my mind, urging to stay calm and keep my emotions in check.

But even her tone felt tense, as if she were struggling to keep control.

I had just begun another stretch when a sharp shoulder slamd into mine.

I stumbled but didn’t fall. My reflexes snapped to attention fast enough, and I twisted around quickly, my eyes flashing.

Brielle.

Barbie-wannabe deluxe, with pink gloss, perfect blonde curls, and the claws of a feral cat itching for blood. Her mouth curled in that smug, snake-like grin.

"Oh, sorry," she drawled in a fake-innocent apology. "Didn’t see you there, Nightshade. You’re so... basic in that outfit, you sort of blend into the dirt."

I narrowed my gaze. "Beat it, Brielle. I don’t have ti for your gas."

Brielle tilted her head. "What’s wrong? No alphas to shield you today? Or are they still trying to figure out how you managed to juggle two dicks in one day?"

Laughter rippled from behind her.

"Like hell you can talk to like that," I snapped.

"Oh, please." Another voice joined in—Titania. She strutted over like she was auditioning for the role of an Girl Supre with a sweet, venomous voice.

"We all knew you were nothing more than a gold-digging little wolf. Latching onto the heirs because you’re scared of being average. Except now... you’re exposed."

"You do not want to find out what I’ll do if you don’t walk away now," I growled.

"Find out what?" Brielle sneered. "That you’re a cheating whore who thought she could two-ti the heirs? And what—seduce them into protecting you again?"

"Must’ve used magic," another girl sneered from behind. "How else would all six fall for the sa pathetic oga?"

"Witch!" soone else jeered. "No wonder she’s always glowing. Probably hexed them with a potent love potion."

More laughter followed from around . Then fingers gripped my hair, quickly my hands latched onto my head, holding the wig in place before she could yank it.

Pain spiked through my scalp, but thankfully, I ensured the wig was sewn in cases of these scenarios.

Brielle.

Before I could twist, another shove hit in the side, a foot slamming hard against my thigh, close to my groin.

I gasped, stumbling back, as Brielle let go of her hold on my hair, fury clawing at my chest, Astra howling inside .

"Valerie, let out, let rip off their heads," Astra growled in rage. "Let show them how much of an oga I am, these miscreants."

I tried to force down her killing intent, ready to attack by myself when a guttural growl shattered the air.

One.

Then another.

And another.

Then another.

Six.

Lightning shot through the sky as the air cracked.

Power exploded across the field in waves as six growls echoed like thunder, vibrating the ground.

Heads whipped around and then ca the seventh sound—an unearthly roar.

All eyes turned upward as wind gusted through the clearing. Massive silver wings flapped behind Xander as a pair of beautiful horns adorned his head in his natural form.

Xander hovered in the sky above them, glaring daggers at them.

Brielle dropped her hand and fell backwards, her face was pale, her breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t alone.

The rest of the class backed away.

But not fast enough.

Dristan’s voice cut through the commotion. "There’s no bewitching."

Every student turned toward the alphas, who were now walking toward . Their eyes had turned blue, and their faces were fierce.

Dristan stepped forward. "Let it be known—Valerie Nightshade is my mate."