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

velvet, a seat more like a throne than a sofa. Lucian lay back, stretched

sat on the carved

own, lifting the fruit one by one and placing them between his lips. He chewed with exaggerated delight, eyes

wanted to shove the

But I didn’t.

another "correction." The last one still throbbed on the side of my neck where his fingers had pinched down so hard I saw stars through the

teeth and fed Lucian like some silent servant, every grape making my pride

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

of muscle, and before I could

to pose. One arm circled my waist, locking me in place. I was straddling

began, but he leaned in fast, pressing his hand over my mouth in a

in his eyes was

heard it. Footsteps approaching

arms stood up, What game he was trying

my waist, his

see

But Lucian did.

expression shifted instantly from smug amusement to fake embarrassment, his

How unfortunate you had to walk in

was the moment my breath stopped. The name struck harder

My lungs forgot what they were

turned to ice, and the world narrowed into a sharp, ringing

couldn’t

if the velvet beneath my knees had turned to fire and I was

place, his palm still at my waist like I was a possession. A prize. Something he

to whatever shred of dignity I had left, trying not