The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Pure-Blooded Witch

Sara looked outside from the car, scanning the shadows for any sign of her. When she finally caught sight of Selene walking towards her, her chest loosened. She let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding.

Her eyes flicked over Selene from head to toe. Not because she doubted her but because instinct demanded it. A cut. A bruise. Something. Anything. But as always, there was nothing. Selene looked exactly as she had when she’d left. Untouched and Untouchable.

Sara couldn’t help the question that flickered in her mind for the thousandth time—how?

After all, werewolves only had one real advantage over the rest of them—brute strength. And witches... witches like them were the weakest when it came to physical strength. That was why they were easy prey. That was why these bastards hunted them like sport.

But Selene... Selene was different. She had never seen a man, wolf, or any other race that could beat her in a fight. Not once.

Is it because she’s pure-blooded? Sara thought. But even as the idea passed her mind, she dismissed it. She had met pure-blooded witches before. None of them had this kind of power. None of them could take down an Alpha with their bare hands and walk away without a scratch.

She’d asked before. Too many times. And every time, Selene’s answer had been the same.

"Life has a way of teaching you the very things you’re weakest in."

had never pushed further. She knew that tone—flat, closed, final. But it didn’t stop

passenger door opened. Selene slid in without a word,

said quietly, her voice like steel wrapped in

Didn’t even acknowledge the presence of the Alpha wedged into

pressed against his chest. The narrow back seat of the old sedan had him twisted and folded in

was not comfortable. If she could, she would have tied his worthless body with a rope to the back of the car and dragged him through the mud, over the stones, until his flesh peeled and bones cracked. But ahh... her fantasy would have to wait.

territories of the werewolves far behind. The trees thinned, the air shifted,

car in front of a simple two-story house. A plain place. Nothing to look at twice. The paint is a little chipped, the windows are ordinary—just another middle-tier home tucked into a human neighborhood. But Selene knew better. Oh, she knew exactly what breathed under that skin of

shoved open her door, glancing

rest," Sara said, her tone clipped. "I’ll deal

at the bastard again. Somewhere deep inside, just the presence of a werewolf made her stomach twist. Made her

ignoring the faint sound of chains rattling inside the car as the Alpha shifted his position. She didn’t care. She walked straight to the front door, her boots thudding softly

and metal hidden beneath. Because under this plain little home, there

triple in size. A secret place carved