The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 68

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."

steps quick. When they were far enough that his chains

a

witchcraft since childhood with constant practice 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

like Selene in front of her was really worthy of being

confirmed a heartbeat later when

howl—raw, guttural, torn from the throat of a man who had thought himself untouchable. It was

need an explanation. She knew exactly what Selene had

sight and sound but turned the mind inward—forcing the victim to feel every ounce of pain they had

scream they’d dragged

bite, every breaking

someone had prayed for it to

watched from a safe distance. They became his reality. The roles reversed, and

among witches—not just because of its brutality, but because it was almost impossible to manipulate a

suffer more than

had a file on him—a collection of 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, broken sobs echo through the stone hall, Sara knew

knew exactly

throat tightened. Her eyes misted

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 way she had flinched at the sound of a man’s voice. How she had died within a week

honor and strength. But Sara knew the truth now—it was just another den of monsters. Monsters who hunted and chained and

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