My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 326

Chapter 326: A Day to Remember

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Chapter 326

~Valerie’s POV~

I arched a brow. "Lose what?"

"Everything."

"You’re exasperating."

"Accurate," he said again, that same smug tone from earlier.

The first game he dragged me to was one of those old-school racing simulators with fake steering wheels and squeaky pedals.

Ash slid into the seat next to mine, leaning back casually like he had all the time in the world.

"You’ve raced before, right?" he asked, starting up his machine.

I frowned, gripping the wheel. "I drive."

"That’s not racing," he said with mock pity. "This," he gestured dramatically to the screen, "is an art form."

"Uh-huh." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Prepare to lose, Ashton."

"Big words for someone who just called this place a headache."

The countdown started, and within seconds, we were off.

To say I was bad would be an understatement.

My car smashed into every wall possible, spun out at least twice, and at one point, I was driving backwards without meaning to.

Meanwhile, Ash barely touched his steering wheel and somehow stayed perfectly ahead the entire time.

"Are you even trying?" he drawled lazily, not even glancing at me as he drifted around another perfect turn.

"Yes," I snapped, wrestling with the wheel. "This thing hates me."

"Mmhm. Sure it does."

When the race ended, his name blazed at the top of the leaderboard, while mine didn’t even make the cut.

"Embarrassing," he said solemnly, shaking his head like he was genuinely disappointed.

My lips twisted to the side. I hated losing, be it in a game or in real life. And since meeting my mates, it looks like I have lost more times than I could count.

I glared at him. "Rematch."

He smirked, leaning back. "Careful, Val. Pride gets expensive here."

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By the third game, I was still losing. Air hockey, basketball hoops, even a random claw machine, Ash wiped the floor with me at every single one.

"You’re cheating," I accused jokingly, crossing my arms as he smugly pocketed yet another handful of tickets.

"Natural talent," he said smoothly, spinning one of the tickets around his finger.

"Nobody’s that good."

"Maybe you’re just that bad."

I gasped dramatically, smacking his arm. "Take that back."

I wasn’t that bad, to be honest; he just excelled so perfectly well that even my best looked weak.

But in real life, he’d be eating those words.

"Nope," he said, grinning wickedly.

Finally, I spotted a shooting game tucked in the corner and jabbed a finger at it. "That one. I’m beating you at that one."

Ash raised a brow, looking amused. "You sure?"

"Positive."

"Alright, princess," he nodded, picking up the toy gun and cocking it like it was real. "Show me what you’ve got."

Somehow, miraculously, or maybe he flunked it on purpose, but I ended up destroying him.

By the end of the round, my score doubled his, and the machine spat out a ridiculous amount of tickets in my direction.

I turned to him slowly, savouring the moment. "Who’s bad now?"

Ash stared at the screen, then at me, then at the pile of tickets in my hand. Finally, he leaned in with a deadly serious expression. "...Beginner’s luck."

I burst out laughing, the sound surprising even me. "Oh, no, no, no. I earned this victory, Ash. You’re just mad because I beat you fair and square."

He scoffed, grabbing his own smaller handful of tickets. "Enjoy it while it lasts."

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