The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: One Year Later

One Year Later~

The night smelled of smoke and rain. Somewhere beyond the narrow streets, music pounded, heavy and relentless, from a pub that glittered like a lighthouse in the dark. Inside, laughter rose and fell in waves, drunken shouts clashing with the humming of loud music, which was enough to deafen any sane person.

At a small table near the back, a girl sat with one leg crossed over the other, swirling the amber liquid in her glass without drinking it.

She wore a dress the color of midnight, one shoulder bare, silver chains glinting faintly against her pale collarbone. Her hair fell like a river of ink down her back, but the dim light caught hints of something almost alluring in the strands.

She looked harmless, even pretty.

Which was exactly why the arrogant heir thought she was his for the taking.

"Well," a deep, smug voice sounded through the music. "Look at you, baby. Alone in a place like this? That’s dangerous."

The Alpha heir stepped into her space like he owned it; he was tall and broad, with the kind of cocky smirk that had probably worked on a hundred other women. His friends, lounging nearby, were already grinning, sensing a show.

"Come with us," he drawled, leaning close enough that his expensive cologne curled into her senses. "We’ll show you a real good time."

The girl tilted her head and smiled like she was flattered by his words. "My Alpha..." she murmured, voice curling with something sweet enough to rot. "Don’t you think this place is too crowded? I’m... shy." Her lashes lowered, a faint flush of pink blooming on her cheeks. "Let’s go somewhere else."

The crowd near the bar erupted in low whistles and cheers, egging the Alpha on. His ego swelled, pride gleaming in his eyes. "That’s my girl," he chuckled, motioning for his friends to stay put. "Just us, baby."

He followed her like a wolf tracking prey, too confident to notice that he was being led.

She slipped through the haze of the crowd, her hips swaying just enough to keep his gaze locked. Then, without warning, she veered toward the back hall.

going this way? The back door leads

shoulder, that smile still sugar-sweet. "Alpha... I like doing things

you?" he said with a cocky smirk, already anticipating something

pushing the door open and stepping

heavy kick slammed into his ribs with enough force to

he wheezed, clutching his

lean and hooded, boot planted firmly on the

flared. "Bitch! Do you have any

snapped his head sideways, silencing the rest of his sentence. Blood filled his mouth, metallic and hot. His pride flared sharper than the pain; he was an Alpha, and he was

feigning outrage as she twirled a strand of her hair. "Do you think this Sara

pain to explode between his legs as a third kick landed with surgical precision. His breath shattered into a strangled gasp, eyes

you—" he choked, voice

cut him off.

seized for a second, then went limp as darkness rushed in...the

hooded figure straightened, pocketing

once. "Wow, Selene, you’re always so cool! Make me your girlfriend

almost too beautiful for the dim alley. Striking silver hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the faint glow from the streetlight. Her eyes were colder than the steel

his

saluted playfully.

of the alley when Selene’s head

footsteps were rushing

no warmth in the expression—only the sharp edge of a blade. "Tch... the mutt’s already mind-linked

went cold enough

back, nervous. "Then