The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Arrival of the Lycan Prince

Aeron’s POV

The wind carried the weight of storm clouds as the banners of the Silver Dawn snapped sharply overhead. The iron gate had been polished just yesterday, and yet the cold air made it look like it had never known warmth.

My brothers stood flanking me—Kael to my left, Luca and Lucian just behind. Each of us dressed in ceremonial black—not the soft velvet and gilded robes of court, but in fitted leather layered fabric. We weren’t here to impress. We were here to command. Our attire, like our reign, was made to endure blood and fire.

Down the path came the royal escort, their polished obsidian-tipped spears gleaming even under the heavy clouds. Their armor bore the crest of the royal lycan family: a crown surrounded by fangs and a crescent moon. The air shifted when they arrived. Everyone noticed it but no one said it aloud.

At their center, calm and composed, sat the prince.

Vaelen Lysandros.

It had been six years since I last laid eyes on him. We were seventeen back then, still sons of power. But even at that age, Vaelen carried himself like a man who had never been told ’no’. Time had only sharpened that aura. He dismounted with a kind of grace no soldier could be taught...it was bred into royals like him.

He wore the standard lycan military attire, navy trimmed with steel gray, the royal insignia glittering at his collar. His golden gaze swept over us, calm and impassive. He was calculating, measuring—not just our posture, but our unity.

He didn’t smile. Neither did I.

"Alpha Aeron Duskdraven," he said, his voice perfectly balanced between cool civility and authority. "My congratulations. Silver Dawn has reclaimed its honor."

nodding with a bow. "You are

offered curt bows behind me. Our gestures were formal, polite, distant. We had spent

glove. "Forgive the intrusion. But after such a shift in power, I thought it fitting

I said smoothly, though the words tasted

ruins of Crimson Fang. And certainly not by a man who once laughed with him at the table

in emerald silk. I knew that face before I saw it clearly—Lady

were coiled perfectly over her shoulder, her gown shimmering like a serpent under moonlight. Meriya was the daughter of Beta Theron. The last time I’d seen

began. She’d been with her aunt—the Queen of the Moon Palace. That bloodline had protected her. And when

Now she was back.

like

by council, sanctioned by the palace, and accepted by us not for love, but for duty. Because her father had died helping us escape. And for that, we would give her a place, a name, and our

a smile far too eager for the mood. I don’t know her background but it was written in

stepped forward, curtsied with a flick of her gown, and rested her

with false honey. "It’s an honor to finally meet

blink.

practically came together then why she was greeting him. Should she not introduce herself to the master of the estate? But never mind. It is better to stay away

Pack is very beautiful," she said. "It would be a shame to miss the view. Let’s

but I felt the tension grow behind my ribs like slow fire. My brothers remained still, though I caught the tightness in Kael’s jaw and the paleness in Luca’s knuckles. Lucian’s eyes were half-lidded, but