My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 22: Live Your Nightmare

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Chapter 22

~Author’s POV~

The rhythmic claps and synchronised cheers echoed down the corridors of PSA, each chant grating against the ears of anyone unfortunate enough to be within range.

"Two, four, six, eight—who do we appreciate?"

Brielle’s voice rang out above the rest, her tone smug, her hair bouncing with every confident step. Her squad followed in perfect formation, their giggles sickeningly sweet, their movements exaggerated.

Students passing by either rolled their eyes or muttered under their breath. Some stepped aside, wanting nothing more than to avoid the self-proclaimed Queen Bee’s suffocating presence.

Brielle was unfazed. She relished the attention.

After the humiliation in sports class, she had been determined to reclaim her status. Valerie Nightshade would regret ever crossing her. She would pay, she had thought.

She was smiling and gloating. She wanted Valerie humiliated. But just as she turned the next corner, a hand shot out.

Brielle barely had time to react before she was yanked into the darkness of a secluded hallway. A sharp gasp left her lips, panic flooding her veins as her back slammed against the cold wall.

The grip on her wrist was persistent.

"What the hell—?" she started, raising a hand to slap the offender, but the moment her eyes locked onto the figure before her, the blood in her veins turned to ice.

Her breath hitched. "A—Alpha..." she choked.

A towering figure stood before her, shrouded in the dim light, radiating a suffocating presence. A deep, bone-chilling aura pressed into her skin like claws dragging down her spine.

The air in the corridor seemed to shift and bend unnaturally. Brielle’s body trembled.

A pressure, like an invincible force, pressed down on her chest. She choked, her breath faltering as an unseen grip constricted her lungs. Her hands flew to her throat, but there was nothing to grasp, nothing she could fight against.

A violent cough tore through her, and a thick splatter of blood hit the pristine white tiles beneath her.

She barely had time to process the horror before that dark, unforgiving voice sliced through the silence. "You dare lay a finger on her?"

Brielle’s heartbeat pounded so hard she thought her ribs would crack.

"Her?" No—he couldn’t mean... but then she saw it. There was a flicker of something lethal in his eyes. Not just rage nor anger but possessiveness and territorial fury.

And at that moment, she knew he was talking about Valerie.

"I—I didn’t mean to. I thought I was helping you—" she stammered, her voice barely more than a wheeze, but her words died the second the pressure intensified.

Brielle screamed. The sound was a raw, ear-deafening shriek as her entire body convulsed.

Tears spilt down her cheeks as she clawed at the air, at nothing, struggling against a terror she couldn’t see and couldn’t fight.

Something inside her mind was unraveling, twisting into something nightmarish. The figure before her remained motionless, cold and detached.

"Did I seek your help with her?" His deep, velvety voice rumbled. "No. So, how about a little generosity on my part and I let you live your worst nightmare?"

Brielle’s pupils dilated in pure horror. "N-no."

It was too late, as his eyes gleamed with a bright blue light and immediately, her agony spiked. Her cries turned hoarse, her body spasming as though she were possessed.

Still, nobody came to her aid. What she hadn’t realised was that the second he placed her in that nightmare, he snapped his fingers, and her voice immediately disappeared.

No matter how much she screamed, it was only in her head; no sound came out.

All Brielle could see was darkness devouring her whole before the entirety of her nightmare crashed down on her.

Blood dripped from her nostrils as she scratched and pulled at her hair, but the more she did that, the more her pain intensified for a few minutes until there was only silence.

Her body slumped forward, unconscious on the floor, but the figure, her assailant, was long gone.

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~Valerie’s POV~

Supernatural History was always one of the more tolerable classes at PSA. It was one of the few subjects that actually piqued my interest—not because of the monotonous lectures but because history was important.

It was proof that things could be changed and that fate, no matter how people tried to shape it, was never truly set in stone.

Which is why I was only mildly annoyed as I strolled into the classroom, my bag slung lazily over my shoulder.

What did annoy me, however, was the sight of four familiar figures occupying the back row.

I almost stopped in my tracks.

Dristan, Axel, Kai, and Xade sat in a row in the back seat, leaving only one seat unoccupied—in front of Dristan in the second row.

All four of them were in History class. Not that I minded, but what the hell? I was already beginning to get used to the fact that they didn’t.

They didn’t attend some of the lectures with us and had their own advanced classes that better prepared them for their roles as future Alpha Kings, especially when it came to discussing kingdom matters.

One of which lectures was history, and yet here they were, sitting back like they actually belonged in a normal classroom.

The entire room was filled with a mixture of tension and curiosity.

Students whispered among themselves, shooting side glances at the heirs but too afraid to openly gawk. The only one who seemed just as bewildered as the rest of us was the professor himself, who just walked in.

Professor Hammond adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, glancing warily at them. "This is... unexpected." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

He hesitated before directing his gaze toward Dristan, as if somehow he was the one calling the shots. "Forgive my curiosity, but when was the last time any of you attended my class?"

Dristan’s cyan-blue eyes flicked up lazily. "Does it matter?"

There was a pause. I hated their rudeness, but being kings, it was hard for anyone to call them out without losing anything in the process.

Professor Hammond, a slightly older man with sharp instincts, seemed to consider his next words carefully. Then he nodded, straightening his posture. "Very well. Let’s continue."