The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: The Unforgiven Place

Aeron’s POV~~

The second I stepped back into our rooms, something felt off.

I paused near the doorway, my senses immediately sharpening. The scent in the air wasn’t right. It was soft... faintly floral. But it didn’t belong here. My jaw tightened as it hit me fully.

This place was sacred and untouched. No one but the four of us was ever allowed inside. No guards, no omegas, no flings. We never even had to say it out loud. It was just understood. This was our home, the only place we truly felt safe after so much happened with us. The last piece of our past we hadn’t let the world ruin.

So what the hell was this scent doing here?

Who dared to walk in here without our permission?

My anger flared with the thought that someone dared to trespass past this boundary. I stormed down the hall, footsteps echoing like war drums. The scent was stronger now, and it led me straight to the bathroom. I didn’t even hesitate. I was already picturing some bold she-wolf sneaking in to throw herself at one of my brothers. Disgust twisted in my gut.

No one came here to seduce us. This wasn’t that kind of place.

I grabbed the door handle and flung it open, ready to throw whoever it was out on their ass.

"What the hell are you—"

My voice caught in my throat as I took in the scene.

Selene.

She stood in the middle of the bathroom, foams sliding over her body like silk trails melting over warm skin. The water was still running behind her, echoing in the silence between us.

She was completely bare, her back half-turned to me, her skin flushed from the cold. Wet strands of her silver hair clung to her shoulders and back, shining like moonlight on marble.

Her arms flew up instinctively to cover herself, but it was too late. I had already seen her.

Every damn inch.

curve of her waist... And God help me, her breasts—shivering from the cold and barely hidden behind her trembling arms. Her nipples were a soft pink, hardened from the chill,

and tight, her hips curving into that forbidden place she now tried to shield

my eyes had already

And my wolf... snapped.

Mine.

low and

rather than the scene in front of me. I instinctively shouted at

Shut up.

back at him, but he wasn’t

her. I could feel it—his tongue running metaphorically across his teeth, his claws scratching just under my skin. It was hunger,

Weak, pathetic man. She’s

Enough!

mind, and then, like

reaction or mine. I slammed the door shut, backing away

door like a man who had just looked into the sun

the hell

like a starved beast.

She wasn’t our mate. There was no celestial thread

from the heat that drove others mad. I didn’t even feel the instinct to rut, not the way most

And yet—

her silver hair clinging

fist against

but within. My voice was cold and sharp. "What is wrong

He didn’t answer.

about anyone was now hiding like a coward in the corners of my mind. Whimpering and

clawing at my

had done something wrong by stopping

at him, trying to push him