The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Ever Heard of Silver Dawn Pack

The morning light filtered weakly through the thin curtains. The room smelled faintly of a calm scent that was diffused in the air. Selene was still deep in the warmth of her blanket, her breathing slow, her dreams untroubled.

That peace shattered with the pounding of fists against the door.

"Selene!" The voice was sharp and frantic; it was Sara’s. "Selene, wake up!"

Selene’s eyes cracked open, her body reluctant to move. "If you’re not dying," she muttered into the pillow, "you’d better have breakfast in your hands."

But Sara’s voice cut any thought of laziness short. "Something’s wrong...something really bad!"

Selene sat up slowly, stretching like a cat. "What is it this time?"

Sara didn’t wait to be invited. She rushed in, hair a tangled mess, breathless from running. "The pack...Kellan’s pack...they’ve gone mad. His father....he’s furious. He’s calling on every wolf in the city to find us. He’s... he’s hunting witches, Selene. Every single one."

Selene’s head tilted. "Hunting witches?"

"Yes! After last night, you beat his son’s friends half to death, and we kidnapped his precious heir he’s demanding we return Kellan immediately. And if we don’t..." Sara’s voice faltered. "He says he’ll kill two witches before the day ends."

Selene’s expression didn’t change. For a heartbeat, silence stretched, heavy as a blade before the swing. Then she scoffed. "They really can’t wait, can they? At least let their darling boy rot for one day."

Sara’s hands clenched at her sides. "Selene, he’s serious. You know what he’s capable of."

"And what about what they’ve been doing to us for years?" Selene’s voice dropped, sharp as steel. "They’ve kept witches caged, bled us for our magic, and treated witches like currency. What does he take us for? Toys?"

lip, unsure if she should push

chill brushing against her bare skin. "If that old bastard of an Alpha dares to harm even one witch, then

said it with no heat—just a

emerged from the washroom, silver hair still damp,

with deliberate slowness. The knife in her hand caught the morning light, glinting

low, almost pleading. "We

into a slice, chewing slowly. "We’ll move when I decide. Not when they

wringing her hands, every sound from the street making her flinch. But Selene

flick of Selene’s wrist. She dabbed at her lips with a napkin,

the table, her fingers worrying the edge of her

chair legs scraping softly against the floor. "To check

damp stone sweating under the low, swaying lightbulb. Wolfsbane hung heavy in the air, its acrid sting sharp enough to make

was still

Barely.

locking his wrists behind the chair, and binding his legs so tightly

had heavily

connected with

rattled against the

her voice quiet enough to make it worse. "I know you’re not unconscious. Don’t

eyes were sharp, calculating, and far

my father’s little warning." His voice was thick with mockery. "And just like a bitch, you’ve