My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 387

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~Valerie's POV~

Dominic's lazy smirk stayed as he loosened his tie. The room smelled faintly of lemon polish and something sharper beneath it, like a metal edge that made the back of his neck prickle.

He let the smirk hang there like a shield.

"You are not scared?" Storm asked in a flat voice.

Dominic glanced over, narrowing his eyes. "Why should I be when you broke into my house and my room?" He let the question sit like a challenge.

"Shouldn't that mean you should be scared?" Storm countered.

"No. The question is, are you scared?" Dominic tossed back.

"No. But I have a proposition for you." Storm's tone didn't change.

Dominic's hand paused at his phone. "I'm not interested."

Storm pushed himself up from the chair, easily. When he walked toward Dominic, the black he wore looked like a smear of night: fitted jacket, dark trousers, boots that made no sound on the rug.

A black nose mask covered his lower face; blond hair fell over his eyes until, at the last step, he brushed it aside. His gaze was flat and cold like an animal assessing a rival.

"It's important," Storm said.

Dominic's amusement cracked. "Important enough to break into my mansion?"

Storm didn't answer with words. He stopped three paces away and simply looked at him. "Yes. And even if you are not interested… I'm going to tell you anyway."

"If you're going to tell me, why did you ask if I wanted to know?" Dominic said, pulling the phone back out. "Or should I call security and end this little charade?"

Storm's lips twitched. "Then if you do so, how will you know you're going to get killed?"

Dominic's fingers hovered over the screen as he typed a name. He looked up slowly. "I get that a lot. Putting you behind bars will at least slow you down."

"Then I'll let them kill you," Storm said softly.

The tension was thick in the air. Dominic's expression remained calm, but his jaw tightened slightly. He had the patience of a predator, ready to bide his time for a better opportunity.

Yet, a flicker of doubt slipped in, making his confident smirk fade a bit. "If you were the one sent to kill me, just do it already."

Storm stepped forward again. "I am not the one who wants you dead. Though I'll be killing you."

Dominic's brows rose. "Uhn…"

"I'm here to save you by arranging your death." The words were blunt. They landed like a stone.

Dominic let out a sharp laugh that didn't quite sound genuine. He took off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair, almost like he was getting ready for a game. "Then you're going to die," he said.

Storm snorted. "No. I do not want to kill you. I need your agreement."

"Agreement to what?" Dominic snapped.

"To a ritual," Storm said. "A staged death that convinces the right people."

Dominic's smile twisted into something threatening. Before Storm could finish his sentence, Dominic sprang into action, like someone who was used to getting his way.

He closed the gap between them in an instant, slamming his shoulder into Storm's chest and reaching for his throat.

Storm didn't flinch; he met Dominic's momentum with a step sideways. As Dominic reached out in a frantic attempt to get a grip, Storm's forearm intercepted his wrist, acting like a solid barrier that redirected the attack.

They moved like two wolves circling each other, ready to strike. Dominic swung his fist with all his might, but Storm dodged just in time, letting the punch miss.

Then, with a swift movement, Storm turned and drove his knee hard into Dominic's stomach. Dominic grunted and stumbled backwards. After a moment, he cursed loudly and charged at Storm again.

The fight was intense, a brutal struggle in a tight space. Dominic fought with wild, clumsy rage, while Storm responded with precise moves. He used holds that neutralized Dominic's leverage and wristlocks that turned Dominic's own strength against him.

At one point, Dominic lunged and slammed his palm into Storm's face. Storm tasted blood—either his own or Dominic's—and for a second, both men paused, breathing heavily.

"Stop this," Storm said between breaths. "You don't get why you should live unless you listen."

Dominic sneered and pushed forward. Storm absorbed the pressure, twisted, and drove his shoulder into Dominic's chest so hard the big man hit the dresser and collapsed.

A wave of panic rushed over him as he tried to move, but his wrists were painfully bound. He winced and pulled against the ropes, which pressed harshly into his skin, tied to a ring bolted into the floor. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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