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 back.

she jumped from the cliff, knowing full well it might

bond tormented her mind, trying to

of breaking free over the humiliation of

her spine as another thought crashed into her: what

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 control. Her life wouldn’t have

someone had

this day, she didn’t know who. He had refused to step forward. But Selene

the Alpha’s quarters. Someone had planted it for her. Someone had been helping her all along. Someone who had gone so far as to orchestrate an entire rogue attack—just to

Yes, it was true.

She had no idea at the time. She thought she was going to die when that

up, unconscious and hidden far from the pack, she learned the truth:

the rogue who

a rogue

him, concealed his aura in illusion and scent, using old spells to make him seem like a rogue on the edge of madness. It had to be believable. If the Dusk Draven sensed even the faintest

as wind screamed past her ears. She expected death and

woke

water. Not on rock. But in a

had brought her

was there benefactor to heal her. Another victim of the wolves’ cruelty. They had no reason

had leaned over Selene’s unconscious body, her hand making small runes, ready to mend what she could. But the moment her fingers

She jerked back.