The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: The Cliff and the Covenant

Selene stared at it for a long moment, then slowly traced her fingers over it.

She could have removed it easily. After everything she’d learned about her abilities, erasing this mark would have been a simple task. But she hadn’t. She chose to keep it—not out of helplessness, but because it reminded her of what she had survived. It was her motivation. A reminder of her promise: she would never let anyone control her life again.

Suddenly, her eyes flashed with memories from a year ago... the day fate had given her a new life.

A cursed day, yet also a day of awakening. The day she had tried to escape that place. Escape the pack that had made her life hell. She had been just inches away from completely losing herself. Running was her only option.

And that was the day she discovered the truth—she wasn’t even a werewolf.

She had never known who her father was. She’d assumed he must have been a wolf, at least. But that day shattered that illusion. He wasn’t. And as for her mother... Selene had always known she wasn’t a she-wolf, though the woman never once revealed her true race.

It was also the day she learned something far worse: she was fated to be the mate of the very monsters who had ruined her life. The ones who had treated her worse than animals. When they discovered she was their mate, they changed—suddenly acting like she was the one at fault, like she had wronged them.

Selene’s eyes grew misty, but there was a coldness in them now. A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

She had been too naïve back then. But now? Now she knew the truth.

She had seen what those werewolves truly were—beasts driven by madness and dominance. Not a single one of them was sane. Not a single one deserved forgiveness. All of them were monsters in disguise, bastards hiding behind a twisted sense of honor and power.

But she... she wasn’t like them.

She didn’t have the kind of twisted heart that would let her accept abuse and call it love. She wasn’t some pathetic fool who’d crawl back to her abusers, clinging to a bond that meant nothing but pain. She wasn’t a bitch desperate for affection at the cost of her dignity.

No.

day, she never looked

from the cliff, knowing

tormented her mind, trying to pull her

chose the pain of breaking free over the

another thought crashed into her: what if he hadn’t

have still been tied to them, still living under their thumb. And they wouldn’t have cared whether she was happy or not. All they had ever wanted was dominance and

had

had refused to step forward. But Selene had her suspicions, a quiet certainty

planted it for her. Someone had been helping her all along. Someone who

Yes, it was true.

had been a ploy. She had no idea at the time. She thought she

hidden far from the

rogue who had jumped

a rogue at

using old spells to make him seem like a rogue on the edge of madness. It had to be believable. If

fading to static as wind screamed past

she woke up somewhere

on rock. But in a

witches had

a girl barely alive, brought by the man who was there benefactor to

old witch herself had leaned over Selene’s unconscious body, her hand making small runes,

She jerked back.