My Alphas' Dark Desires

Chapter 252: Make Her Ours

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Chapter 252

~Kai’s POV~

We were all shocked to discover that we had all had wet dreams.

We’ve been known as the Alpha Kings’ Heirs since we were born, and ever since we’ve been friends, this kind of thing has never happened.

"What exactly was your dream about?" Axel questioned sharply.

I blinked. I wasn’t prepared to be the first to do a kiss and tell, especially about Valerie. It felt wrong.

"It’s just a dream," Xade enunciated. "Don’t worry, when you actually do make love to her, you won’t need to kiss and tell."

I smiled at his accuracy. "It started with Valerie coming into my room. I was surprised, but she had a reason to apologise for how she was with us yesterday."

I gestured towards Dristan. He caught on quickly and gave a nod.

"Then one thing led to another, we were kissing, things got heated, and well... that’s the rest."

"How did it end exactly?" Xade inquired before I could even breathe.

"With me thrusting into her and seeing blood." noveldrama

"Her hymen," Dristan muttered.

We all turned our attention at him. "It was the same for me."

"Me too," Xade affirmed. "Though mine was an apology based on what happened that Friday for taking her to the party."

"Mine was for when I lashed out at her in the past, but she just wanted comfort and away from all the drama," Axel explained.

"It doesn’t matter the reason; we all had similar dreams. That calls for concern."

"What does this mean?" Axel asked the one question that had been swirling in our heads. He turned to face Dristan as though the answer was written on his forehead.

"I don’t know," Xade chipped, "but I think perhaps the mate bond had gone unconsummated for too long, and now it is messing with our heads."

"It’s not. It simply means it is time," Dristan concluded.

"For us or for her? Because knowing Valerie, she wouldn’t want us deciding for her, and none of us are in a perfect talking state with her." View the correct content at fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m

"All except Xander," Dristan insinuated again. "I don’t know what is going on, but I hope we won’t be fighting another battle to be with her."

"No. I believe our focus or worry should just be us and the Lycan twins," I responded.

Suddenly, Dristan and I realized we were the ones talking mostly and turned to face the other two.

Axel scratched the back of his head, his red hair tousled slightly. "I think we should talk to Valerie. See first if she is experiencing these dreams as we are."

"We... She does," Dristan cut in, more sure. "Because when I touched her earlier on, the shock that was plastered on her face and her overall reaction and the current I felt... she did. Valerie did." fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com

I stepped closer to the others, coming into the centre.

"Then it is settled, we tell her."

The others nodded, but Dristan looked hesitant for a moment, as if he were contemplating something, before finally speaking. "We will only tell her after the trip and see where things progress from there."

"Sure."

"Good," Axel and Xade chorused.

"And quench these mild pheromones and heat she is feeling."

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~Valerie’s POV~

Thankfully, training was cancelled that morning as Principal Whitmore had to meet with the heirs.

And classes were further shortened till noon that day.

After classes before lunch break, I stood up, picked up my bag, and left class wanting nothing to do with another kind of chaos in my head, given that the dreams happened again, and this time it was with all my mates, and I was beginning to wonder if I was sex-crazed.

And like the previous lunch break, I was required by Professor Andrew Glenton to clean the laboratory.

I exhaled, clutching my bag strap as I headed straight for the lab.

On my way, I spotted Isla in a classroom with Professor Neil and two other junior students discussing a project.

Immediately, the memory of that scene in the lab replayed in my memory, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Isla looked up at the very same time; she smiled, and I gave a lazy wave before walking off.

I was glad Isla saw me. Maybe that would prevent her from unknowingly having sex with someone in a place that clearly wasn’t as secure as she thought.

It wasn’t my business, of course. But still... The last thing I needed was walking in on another erotic forest rendezvous or chemistry-classroom-casual quickie.

Slinging my bag higher on my shoulder, I made my way toward the lab.

The hallway was quiet. Most students had already scattered to the cafeteria or out into the courtyard since classes were cut short.

A few juniors loitered near the vending machines, but otherwise, the corridor had that peaceful hush I’d grown to appreciate—like the academy had taken a breath for once.

When I reached the lab, I pushed the door open and was instantly greeted with the familiar scent of ethanol, cleaning supplies, and faint burnt sugar—residual chemical traces from last week’s practical.

No one was inside.

Perfect.

Professor Andrew Glenton had, as usual, left a checklist on the whiteboard by the sink. I sighed and got to work.

I moved from station to station, cleaning up beakers, reorganising pipette trays, and wiping down counters. The repetitive nature of it actually helped.

My mind, always busy and spinning lately with dreams and heat surges and overwhelming emotions... found stillness in this.

Scrub. Rinse. Wipe. Stack.

Everything was in neat rows. Everything was in place.

Unlike my life.

Fifty minutes later, I was done. I stood by the sink, rinsing out the last of the stained glassware, when my phone buzzed from where I’d tucked it into the outer pocket of my bag.

Ping.

I dried my hands on a nearby cloth and reached for it, already expecting something mundane—another alert from the school, maybe a message from Astraea or Isla.

Instead... I blinked.

There, on the screen, sat a name I hadn’t seen but missed dearly; it nearly unmoored me.

Hey, beautiful... I’ve been good. Fine, in fact, thanks to Mum’s news. However, I miss you so much and wish I’d spent my birthday with you.... Love, couz.