My Alphas' Dark Desires

Chapter 378 378: To Kill A Man

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~Valerie's POV~

"It's not a favour. It's just understanding from my perspective and not the world's view."

His jaw worked for a moment. Then he let out a humourless laugh. "You think he's doing this for justice? He's doing this for power, Valerie. They all are. The moment you take down a throne, someone else fights to sit on it."

I stayed silent.

He turned his head slightly, looking at me. "You always do this," he said softly. "You care too much."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"When it gets you hurt," he said. "Yes."

The silence that followed was heavy, the kind that carried more than words could.

Finally, I said, "Maybe caring is what keeps me from becoming what I'm supposed to hate."

His expression flickered, something unreadable passing through it, before he looked away again.

Inside, the faint sound of laughter drifted from Dominic's suite.

Dristan's hand brushed mine briefly before pulling back. "Come on," he said quietly. "Let's go back in before someone starts asking questions."

I nodded, forcing myself to follow him. But as we walked, my eyes lingered on the door we passed, the one with Dominic Harvey's nameplate on it.

Bravo.

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The ride back to the academy was quieter than I expected. The city lights bled into the night as they passed, flickering across Dristan's face—the golds, the silvers, and the fading blue—and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

He had one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily between us.

His knuckles flexed every now and then, tendons shifting beneath his skin. It shouldn't have been captivating, but it was.

Everything about him lately felt magnified—the curve of his jaw, the way his hair fell into his eyes...

"You were too quiet back there," he said.

"Was I?" I murmured.

"You were." His tone softened. "It's the same look you get when you're carrying something heavy and pretending it's nothing."

I gave a weak smile, staring out the window. "You overthink."

"Only when it comes to you," he said without missing a beat.

I turned to him then, just as he glanced at me. Our eyes met for a second too long, long enough for my chest to tighten and my pulse to betray me. I looked away first.

When the car rolled to a stop in front of my dormitory, the night seemed to still around us. The air was crisp, the moon spilling silver light across the path.

It reminded me of our first date when we kissed in his car—the one that got spiraling in school much later.

Dristan got out first and came around to open my door, always the gentleman, even when he was trying not to be. I hesitated before stepping out, and when I did, he stood too close.

Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him and smell the faint trace of his perfume clinging to his clothes.

"Thank you," I said quietly, unsure if I meant for the ride, the dinner, or just… for being there.

He tilted his head slightly. "You don't have to thank me for that, Valerie."

"Well, I still am."

I turned, but his hand shot out—fingers brushing against my wrist. The touch was feather-light, almost hesitant, yet enough to still me in my place. I held my breath for a second there..

"Dristan…"

"I don't like how he looked at you," he said in a low voice, a little rougher than usual.

"Who?" I asked even though I already knew.

"Dominic Harvey," he said, almost spitting the name. "The way he spoke to you… the way his eyes lingered. I didn't like it."

"You think I did?"

"No," he said, stepping closer until his shadow merged with mine. "But I also think you underestimate how much that affects me."

His hand was still at my wrist, fingers grazing my skin in slow, thoughtless circles. Every brush of his thumb sent a slight jolt through me. My heart thudded a little too loudly, and I prayed he couldn't hear it.

"Dristan," I whispered, not trusting my voice to hold steady. "We're outside." I almost facepalmed at my own stupid excuse.

I should be creating space between him and me and sticking to Ace, but I gave the first stupid excuse that crossed my mind.

"I know." His lips curved, but his eyes burned—that dark, stormy blue that always made it hard to think straight. "And I'm not doing anything."

"Good."

He leaned in a little, close enough that his breath fanned against my cheek, warm against the cool air. "But you're thinking about it."

My throat tightened. "You're insufferable."

He smiled, that slow, knowing smile that made something twist low in my stomach. "You make it too easy."

I stepped back, barely, and his hand fell away from mine. The loss of contact felt too sharp. I swallowed, forcing my voice steady. "Goodnight, Dristan."

He inclined his head slightly, eyes tracing my face as if trying to memorise something there. "Goodnight, Valerie."

I turned and started walking toward my dorm, every step calm, or at least pretending to be. But when I reached the door and looked back, he was still there, hands in his pockets, watching me like he didn't want to leave.

For a moment, neither of us moved. The air between us hummed, charged with all the words we didn't say and all the things we couldn't do.

Then he gave me one last look, a small smirk, before turning and heading back to his car.

I stood there until the taillights disappeared into the dark, my heart still racing like he'd kissed me even though he hadn't.

As soon as I was sure there was no one in sight, I made a beeline for one of the gardens, somewhere I could talk without anyone eavesdropping.

Quickly, I sent a message to my cousin, Storm, about needing his help urgently.

I never expected him to be available for a call, but when my phone vibrated in my hands, I exhaled deeply and picked it up.

"Hey, cuz. How are you?"

"Evening, Valerie. What's wrong?"

"Good evening, Storm. I… I need your help."

"Yes, I got that. So, spill. What do you need my help for?"

"To kill a man."