The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack

Selene suddenly stepped back, her shadow peeling away from his as if she’d just lost interest. But the mutter that left her lips was low and dangerous.

"It seems you don’t open your mouth with beating..."

Before Kellan could smirk again, she raised her hand and bit into the pad of her own finger, deep enough for blood to well bright and scarlet. In the same motion, she seized his chin, forcing his head up until his neck strained painfully.

Her smile was sweet in a way that made Kellan’s skin crawl.

"Now... when you open your eyes again, be ready to tell the truth," she whispered. "Or I’ll show you a thousand more methods like this."

Kellan jerked against the chains, but she was already moving, her blood trailing in a deliberate pattern across his sweat-slick skin. A strange symbol began to form on his forehead, the lines sharp and exact, each one drawn with unshaking precision.

The moment the last stroke connected, the mark brightened faintly, glowing like a dying ember... and then sank into his skin, vanishing as though it had never been there.

Kellan’s composure broke. He thrashed violently, eyes wild.

"What the fuck are you doing, bitch?! I told you—I don’t know anything! We don’t have any witches! Let me go!" His voice cracked into something that almost sounded like fear.

Selene didn’t even look at him. "We’ll see whether you truly know nothing... or whether your lies just ran out of time."

She turned, already walking toward the doorway. "Come, Sara. Leave him here with his misery."

quick. When they were far enough that his chains were just faint rattles behind them, she finally blurted, "Was that... a hallucination

a small

and strict discipline, and yet even she had never reached the level needed to draw that symbol. It was an advanced level of witchcraft that only some old witches were able to perform.

front of her

confirmed a heartbeat later when the sound reached

man who had thought himself untouchable. It was followed by

didn’t need an explanation. She knew exactly what Selene

spells were dangerous enough on their own, but this... this was the highest tier. A spell that didn’t just twist sight and sound but turned the mind inward—forcing the victim to feel every ounce

they’d dragged from a

bite, every

night someone had prayed

a safe distance. They became his reality. The roles reversed, and the torturer became the victim.

high-grade hallucination known among witches—not just because of its brutality, but because it was almost impossible to manipulate a mind so deeply without shattering it completely. And the darker a person’s sins, the heavier the weight of

suffer more

testimonies, names, and horrors. The things he’d done to young witches weren’t just cruel. They were... depraved. And now, listening to his choked,

exactly where

misted despite herself,

witch they had rescued months ago. She was barefoot and starved from who knows how long. Her wrists were nothing but raw rings of scar tissue from iron manacles. The

truth now—it was just another den of monsters. Monsters who hunted and chained and drained witches until nothing