The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Tainted Ground

Author’s POV ~

They arrived in a breath, the three brothers...Kael, Lucian, and Luca, storming into the room with the urgency of men who already knew they were too late.

The sharp echo of boots against marble rang through the air, but it wasn’t the sound that struck first—it was the tension and thick aura radiating from Aeron.

Aeron paced inside the room like a caged beast. His figure rigid with fury, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned bone white.

Lucian and Kael were the first to step closer, and the moment they caught a glimpse of Aeron’s expression, guilt settled into their bones like a cold, unrelenting weight.

Their eyes avoided his not because they were afraid, but because they already knew. They didn’t need words. They had felt the line they crossed the second they made the decision to bring her here.

Kael’s shoulders were tense and unmoving, as if bracing for punishment, while Lucian’s jaw was tight with conflict. They weren’t just brothers; they were wolves who worshipped the ground Aeron walked on. To disappoint him was the same as betraying themselves.

And today the unspoken rule had been broken.

No one entered the alpha quarter. Not friends, not any lovers... Not even the guards who protected their lives. This was the last untouched part of their world—an inherited place of silence and safety, sacred by choice and instinct.

Aeron had made sure of that. He hadn’t needed to say it out loud; his brothers had always known it. And yet, she had been brought here. The moment had happened, and now there was no way to undo it.

voice finally broke the silence, low but resonating like distant thunder. "What the hell is she

no answer came. Kael

they brought her here, and

another word could be said, the storm truly

quicker than the others, erupted like a match tossed

them realized it, crossing the room

he reached the bathroom and tore the door from its hinges, the crash of wood splintering against tile echoing like a gunshot

called his name sharply, but

Luca was already inside.

Selene. She was barely clothed, her body still damp

and cheeks, wet strands plastered to her face as if trying to hide her. Her eyes were wide and dazed, not fully registering what was happening as Luca dragged her into the open and tossed her

out of her lungs, her hands instinctively pulling at her torn gown

stone floor, her body curled inwards like she was trying to disappear. The silence that followed was heavy and horrified, broken only by the faint dripping of water from her hair to the

heaving as he glared down at

here to seduce him, didn’t you? You thought

to know why she was here in the

tangled in the image of her from earlier—naked, unguarded, trembling under the shower. He could still smell her, her soft

worse. The memory of his wolf’s

face was pale, her lips parted slightly as she fought to breathe. She looked broken. Like someone