My Alphas' Dark Desires
Chapter 179: Judgment

Chapter 179: Judgment

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Chapter 179

~Lucy’s POV~

I didn’t know how long I stayed on the floor after Kieran left.

Ten minutes? Fifteen? Twenty minutes.

Maybe more.

When I finally stood, my legs wobbled. My cheek still burned. My ears were full of echoes of whispers, judgment and that slap.

I didn’t cry again. Something colder than tears had taken over.

I picked up the discarded flowers Valerie had thrown and crushed them in my hand without thinking. The thorns pricked me. I let them.

They didn’t hurt as much as he did.

My feet moved on their own, guiding me back to my dorm. The hallway was mercifully empty now like students had scattered like crows after a fire. No one wanted to look me in the eye.

Not like I wanted pity. What I wanted was Kieran’s lo...

No. I didn’t even know anymore.

I slammed the door to my room and leaned back against it, heart pounding like it wanted to escape.

My reflection in the mirror caught my attention. My hair was a mess. My makeup smeared. And on my cheek—the imprint of his hand, pink and obvious.

"You begged for him,"

"You humiliated yourself. For what?" my wolf questioned me sharply. I had been determined to ignore her, but to what end or gain?

She was telling us the truth, but it did not matter, not even my insides screamed for Kieran. To have him kiss me like he used to when he fucked me, to have him want me, like he wished to Valerie, to have him ravish me like he does all his playthings...

But that was my body.

My heart wanted something else. To be his through and through and have him want me as his chosen mate, but I was asking for too much, wasn’t I?

A tear slid down my cheeks at how stupid I was.

"Scold yourself, belittle yourself as much as you want. It won’t change anything if you don’t treat yourself better and demand that he treat you nicely as well. Behave like a bitch, and that’s what you get."

Crystie hissed. My wolf had always been sarcastic toward me. She called me weak when she could, she did not want to interact most times and left me alone to myself.

I couldn’t blame her, though. I, too, did not like how pathetic I had become because of my master.

"Why?" I cried, asking her.

"Why what?"

"Why do you treat me this way?"

Crystie scoffed. "Maybe when you stand up for yourself and find a guy worthy of you, then I will give you the respect you deserve. If not, then take my voice of reasoning as you please and ignore me."

A scream tore out of me.

I grabbed the nearest glass—an old perfume bottle—and hurled it across the room. It shattered into a hundred glittering pieces, like me.

Like everything.

I slid down the wall until I was on the floor again, hugging my knees. My breath was jagged. My throat sore.

"He didn’t even look at me," I whispered to no one.

He never had. Not the way he looked at Valerie.

The way he wanted her. Touched her. Fought for her and risked everything for her.

And what was I?

A tool. A delivery girl. A pawn. A fool.

I buried my face in my arms, feeling the sting of rejection deeper than the slap.

After some minutes of crying...something darker crept into me. A whisper that didn’t sound like mine.

"You were loyal."

I shook my head. It was my mind playing games on me.

"You gave him everything. And now... he’ll provide you with nothing in return."

That wasn’t fair.

And if I had to watch him chase after her again... I didn’t know what I would do next.

"For one at least, make sure Valerie Nightshade suffers for this humiliation."

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~Riven’s POV~

I dropped my bag and sat at the edge of the slab in the old laboratory. My chest still heaved from all the pent-up anger. One I hadn’t planned on letting out or in.

I hadn’t meant to stop.

I was heading to class. Nothing special. Nothing important.

Until I saw them.

Valerie and Kieran.

From where I stood at the far end of the corridor, I had a clear line of sight. My enhanced hearing picked up every word, even though I tried not to listen, even though I tried not to care.

She wasn’t mine. She was Dristan’s mate.

Still, something about the way she spoke—calm, fiery, brave—held my attention longer than it should have.

And Kieran... gods, that arrogant, smirking bastard.

I told myself I’d just pass by, that I’d ignore it. That it wasn’t my business. And I had almost succeeded. Almost... I was nearly halfway turned around...

Then I saw it.

His hand caught her wrist. His body caged hers against the wall. Her eyes widened, then narrowed—fighting, resisting.

And just like that, I wasn’t in PSA anymore.

I wasn’t nineteen, the son of a Council Leader. I wasn’t the Vice President of anything.

I was sixteen years old again. Standing in a dark corridor of the main estate. Hearing muffled screams. Smelling blood. Feeling powerless.

My mother.

My mother was a damphir—half-human, half-vampire. Not "pure" by their standards. But she was beautiful. Bright and unapologetically so. My father loved her fiercely.

But his enemies didn’t.

They wanted to make an example out of him through her.

So they took her. Six men. Six monsters, two human bastards and vampires alike. They violated her, tortured her, and when they were done, they killed her—and filmed the whole process.

Then sent the recording to my father as a warning.

A mockery.

I remember his roar. The way the screen cracked under his aura as it played. I remember the sound of my own screaming when I saw her dead body.

But what came after?

Retribution.

I hunted down every one of them. I tore them apart. Bone by bone. Claw by claw.

The vampire girl they offered him as a ’replacement’ lady? I gutted her like an animal. Sent her heart back wrapped in silk.

"If my mother cannot sit beside my father in the daylight... then no other woman ever will," I swore.

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