The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 16: Chapter 16: Letters and Leashes

Aeron’s POV

The candlelight flickered gently across the edges of the parchment as I dipped the quill once more, letting the black ink soak into the paper with practiced grace. My strokes were steady and Precise. Every curve of each letter carried the exact tone I wanted: respectful, polished and grateful.

"To Alpha Rhys of the Black Ridge," I wrote, "Your words of goodwill have reached us at a most meaningful time. We are honored by your acknowledgment of the Silver Dawn Pack’s return to its rightful place, and we warmly extend an invitation to our formal coronation five days hence..."

My lips tightened slightly as I signed the name at the bottom—my own, Aeron Duskdraven, First Alpha of the restored Silver Dawn.

It was the third such letter I’d written this morning. All with nearly the same meaningless flattery in different packaging. The same alphas who now lined up to grovel at our feet had once praised Alpha Eirik like he was the moon incarnate.

I still remembered the letters they sent him after our father’s death. Congratulating him on his new union. Cloaked with lies. Empty words written with grinning jaws still wet from blood.

The same alphas who turned their heads when we cried for justice. The same ones who whispered behind closed doors that perhaps we had deserved it.

And now they came to us with praises and invitations and hollow friendship.

It was disgusting. But I responded to every one of them.

Because politics demanded patience.

And power demanded polish.

With Crimson Fang crushed and merged, our combined territory made Silver Dawn one of the largest and most resource-rich packs in the northern territories. That kind of status drew vultures disguised as allies. Everyone wanted to be close to the throne now.

So I wrote them back.

Not because I trusted them. Not because I respected them.

But because survival required more than brute strength. It required diplomacy. Appearances. Strategic tolerance.

I knew this game.

Thank them. Pretend their

the letter aside, its contents already fading from my mind, and dipped the quill into ink once more. But before I

who it was. I recognized the scent before the footsteps crossed the threshold.

was quiet, composed, but

said without looking

low, cautious.

of the study, just inside the door, as if unsure whether to step

"Then speak."

sealing the final scroll, letting the silence press down

adjusted his jacket, cleared his throat once, twice. His fingers

he began. "With your

the quill down at last

under the weight of my

were right... something’s changing. Today, there was a scene in the servants’ quarters. It began after Selene

pause again,

I gave him none.

Lucian’s room. She wasn’t supposed to be there, but she went. She followed orders like always. The

his face

her. He... let

one brow, but said

that she hadn’t been hurt. She started questioning her, yelling at her. Selena tried to explain. She said she was ordered to go—but the maid struck her. Or

tried to hit her?"

caught her wrist. She didn’t strike back. Not at first. She just... stopped the blow. But the head maid was already coming. The younger maid lied and claimed Selena had gone into Lucian’s chambers on her

lie was predictable and

"And?"

no one listened. I think... I think she realized she wasn’t going to be spared.

for a second, as if trying

wolf—she can’t. But she’s fast, brutal, precise. Like she’s been holding it in for years. It wasn’t just defense. It was

his