My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 380

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~Titania's POV~

It was one thing for Dristan to go after me and Astraea, but for him to do that to Marianne was uncalled for and terrible.

Not that I cared too deeply. But if the White Witches were getting involved… that was a problem.

If they started digging into Marianne's memories or anyone else's, things best left buried would come crawling into the light. Things Astraea and I couldn't afford to have exposed.

I glanced at the clock on my wrist — 9:04 p.m. The soft ticking only worsened my nerves. Astraea was still not back from checking on Marianne.

My heel tapped against the marble floor, sharp and rhythmic, echoing my irritation.

Everything lately had been chaos — classes, the investigations, Valerie. Always Valerie.

The door finally creaked open. Astraea stepped in, strands of her chestnut hair sticking to her temples, her expression grim.

"Cousin," I greeted tightly.

She nodded. "Titania."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing concrete," she said, removing her gloves with a flick of her fingers. "But I overheard Principal Whitmore and one of the White Witches talking. They're starting interviews—" she raised two fingers in air quotes— "with the heirs and Valerie."

"Wait." I blinked. "Interviews? You mean interrogation."

Astraea smirked faintly. "You heard me, Titania. Same difference. They want to question everyone close to Marianne."

My stomach twisted. "So Dristan wasn't the one who did it?"

"That, I don't know," she admitted. "But it sounds like they're not ruling anything out."

I bit the inside of my lip, the metallic tang of blood grounding me. We had risked so much trying to expose him, counting on rumour and panic to carry the weight of what happened during the trip.

Now, it felt like all of it was unravelling, and I didn't prepare for this.

"Hey," Astraea said, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"Don't spiral. We're Fae royals, remember? Even if the White Witches find something suspicious, they won't dare offend our court. And besides…" she tilted her head, smirking faintly, "I doubt they'd say anything considering we never hurt Marianne."

I gave a slight nod, but deep down, what disturbed me was worse than that. My thoughts were far from calm.

They drifted back to that night in the forest — the night everything began to change.

I had gone for a walk beyond the academy's wards, the air cold and sharp with mist. The forest had been silent, unnervingly so, until I felt it, that pull, a presence.

Then, from between the trees, he emerged. A cloaked figure wearing a red mask that caught the faint moonlight. His aura burned — not like magic, but something older. Wilder.

I froze, my instincts screaming to run.

Then he spoke in a deep, smooth voice, the kind that coiled around you before you realized it. "Follow me."

The words felt like a command. I didn't know why, but my feet moved. I followed him deeper into the shadows until we reached a small cave lit by faint crimson flames. Two other cloaked figures waited inside.

"Princess Titania of the Fae Court," one of them greeted, his tone like silk sliding over steel. His face was hidden, but his voice carried authority that made my skin prickle.

"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to sound braver than I felt.

A cold laugh tore through the night, followed by his reply as he stepped forward slightly. "You may call me Flame."

~Author's POV~ 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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