My Alphas' Dark Desires-Chapter 149: Worried Mates

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Chapter 149

~Author’s POV~

Midday light filtered through Lecture Hall Five’s tall windows, casting quiet slants of gold across the desks.

Inside, the room was packed. The students sat upright, half bored, half curious, as the tall man at the front paced slowly before the board.

Professor Draven.

He was dressed in a fitted, tailored grey suit with a silver lining and a pocket watch always clipped at his side. The man turned, his emerald green eyes sweeping the room with bored authority.

"Before we begin today’s lesson on diplomatic balance between central and borderland packs," he began smoothly, "I’d like to note that Ms. Valerie Nightshade has reported herself ill and won’t be joining us today."

At once, there was a ripple through the class. Some heads turned. Some whispers stirred. But one figure reacted instantly.

Dristan.

He stood from his seat in the third row, the legs of his chair screeching lightly against the floor. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—sharp glacial blues—flared with something subtle and intense.

Without a word, he turned and walked out.

Professor Draven paused, his eyes narrowing at Dristan’s rude interruption, his lips twitching slightly with amusement, but he said nothing.

In the fifth row, Solstice stiffened. Her fingers clenched the edge of her desk as she watched the Alpha Heir of the West disappear through the doors. She almost rose—almost followed-but Valerie’s warning echoed in her mind:

"Eyes will be on you. Don’t draw attention to yourself."

So instead, Solstice forced herself to stay seated.

Barely a minute passed when another chair scraped. This time Axel stood up, dipped his head before the Professor and left.

Then Ash did the same, followed by Xade. One by one, the rest of the Alpha heirs stood and followed after Dristan.

No explanation. No hesitation. Like they’d all heard the same silent bell and moved to the same call.

Even the students who usually pretended not to care were wide-eyed now.

Only one remained.

Kai.

He sat rigid, jaw locked, his fingers tightly gripping his pen. His uncle, Professor Draven, arched a brow at him, amusement fully visible now.

But Kai did not move. "Alpha Heirs... Arrogant dummies," Professor Draven muttered before nodding and turning towards the rest of the class.

Kai didn’t move and let the class continue at first but inside, his wolf pushed forward anxiously.

Kaiser could feel her absence. Like a hole in his chest that refused to close. He wanted to see her. Nd Kai was sharing in that sentiment too. They needed to know their mate was okay.

Kai felt his wolf growl inwardly and tried to restrain him. He had sensed something at night and knew she wasn’t okay but he decided not to trust his instincts and let Valerie be.

And now... she was sick and he was here. But unlike the others, he knew better than to defy his uncle publicly.

Not only would his father be involved, but he was conflicted about whether or not the alphas wanted their fathers to be aware of their mate.

Still... the pull was too strong.

Without contemplating it further, Kai stood slowly.

Professor Draven’s voice was flat. "Kai."

Kai looked down at the desk, then up, face passive, voice almost too even. "Sorry, Uncle. A scheduling clash," he lied. "Another class I cannot afford to miss."

The lie was thin and transparent but Draven let him go.

Kai turned and exited quickly, leaving behind a room full of murmuring students and a professor who only chuckled quietly to himself.

Outside the hall, the corridors were already whizzing with the echo of footsteps—Dristan’s heavy stride, as he walked faster than the rest to find Valerie.

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~Valerie’s POV~

I had just managed to convince my body to stop trembling from that damn dream when a knock came at the door.

It was firm and sharp but I didn’t move. The last thing i wanted wa sany disturbance and if Emerald or the other shad come to check up on me, I just did not want to meet with anyone.

Whoever it was could go away.

But they didn’t.

There was a beat of silence, and then the unmistakable snap of a handle breaking echoed through the suite.

"What the hell—" I sat up as the main door creaked open.

Heavy, confident footsteps followed, growing louder, bolder, until they stopped right outside my bedroom.

My name was literally engraved on a wooden plaque beside the door—thank you, school—and it took him two seconds to figure it out.

The door swung open and there he was.

Dristan Alexander, in all his dark glory. Dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and storm-blue eyes that flicked straight to me like they had a radar.

I jolted upright and glared at him. "Are you insane? What happened to knocking? This is a girl’s dorm!" My voice came out sharp as I scolded him.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, utterly unbothered. "I did knock."

"Then what the hell do you call that?" I pointed toward the broken front door.

He gave a careless shrug. "No answer. Figured you were sleeping or dead."

"What if I was naked?" I snapped.

That did it.

Dristan’s eyes darkened slightly—like I’d said something dangerous—and his lips curled into that slow, wolfish smirk that never failed to make my stomach do backflips.

"Then damn, that would’ve been a sight to behold," he said lowly, voice deep and rough with amusement. "And as your mate... I’d have happily been your curative pill."

I grimaced, not wanting to think about what sick thoughts he was concocting in that brain of his. "Ugh, you’re sick."

"Only for you."

I groaned and pulled my blanket tighter. "Why are you here, Dristan? Don’t you have class or some summit to lord over?"

Dristan stepped closer. "Didn’t feel worth it. Not with you curled up in bed like this, hiding from your mate or was what I said last night powerful enough to keep you bedridden?"

My heart stuttered. I hated how easily he could say stuff like that like it wasn’t a big deal. Like I didn’t already feel raw and frayed.

Then he sat beside me just like that and close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him.

Dristan reached over before I could stop him, brushing my hair gently from my neck. His fingers grazed my skin as he leaned in and sniffed.

Then he pulled back, frowning.

"You’ve been crying," he said softly. "What’s wrong?"