The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Caught in His Arms

The hall leading to the Alpha quarters was colder than the rest of the estate. Like even the walls knew not to speak.

I had no intention of coming here without an invitation. Royal etiquette dictated that noble guests never entered private quarters without permission. But this wasn’t a social call. I’d already searched every accessible part of the estate—courtyards, pack houses, even servant quarters. The only places left were the dungeons... and this.

I couldn’t access the dungeon without raising alarms or giving a politically justifiable reason.

But the Alpha quarters?

They wouldn’t dare close the door in a prince’s face, would they? So, I decided to visit this place first and confirm that she wasn’t here before planning my next move toward the dungeons—without alarming anyone.

My boots echoed on the marble as I walked with jaw tight, my heart beating faster than it should. I was prepared to find nothing. Or worse—find proof of how far they’d buried her. But halfway down the hall, I stopped short.

Her scent.

It was faint, but it was still there and I couldn’t be wrong.

Selene... she was really here. So those bastards actually made her stay in their quarters.

My breath hitched. I took a step forward. Then another. Her scent grew stronger.

My hand curled into a fist as I approached the wide double doors, carved with the crest of Silver Dawn. There was no one outside and I didn’t wait for permission. I simply pushed the doors open.

And the first thing I saw made me froze.

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Selene’s POV

sofa. Lucian lay back, stretched out with that smug

bowl of grapes sat on the carved pedestal beside

fingers moved on their own, lifting the fruit one by one and placing them between his lips. He chewed with exaggerated delight, eyes closed, humming contentedly like some spoiled brat

shove the entire

But I didn’t.

Kael had warned me...no misbehavior. Not unless I wanted another "correction." The last one still throbbed on the side of my neck where his fingers had pinched down so hard I saw stars

some silent servant, every grape making

my mind started to drift...just as I forgot myself for one bitter second,

up with a fluid shift of muscle, and before I could retreat, he

hitting the velvet cushion as he adjusted my position like I was a pet he was trying to pose. One arm circled my waist, locking me

he leaned in fast, pressing

the threat in his eyes was enough

then, I heard it. Footsteps

my arms stood up, What game he was trying to play? I

at my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to send a warning:

couldn’t see who

But Lucian did.

from smug amusement to fake embarrassment, his face lit with a sheepish, almost boyish

wasn’t expecting you. How unfortunate you had to walk in while I was...

stopped.

a second, my heart didn’t beat. My lungs forgot what they were supposed to do. I

world narrowed into a sharp, ringing silence. Like I’d been dunked underwater without

couldn’t be

on Lucian’s shoulders. I felt sick and humiliated. As if the velvet beneath my knees had turned

at my waist like I was a possession.

struggling to hold on to whatever shred of dignity I had left, trying not to fall apart right