The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: The Witch Who Kills Alphas

Selene’s POV~

Branches snapped under my boots as I darted through the dense forest, the cool night air burning in my lungs. Behind me, faint howls rolled through the trees...angry, frustrated, and far too close for comfort.

Tch. Idiots.

I could’ve stayed and crushed them all. Every single one of them. I’m more than capable, every werewolf in this cursed land knows it. They whisper my name like it’s a death sentence: the witch who can kill Alphas. I never asked for that title. They gave it to me because they know it’s true.

But tonight wasn’t about bloodshed. I didn’t come here to flex my power, I came for answers. And I have them now. If they learned it was me who slipped into their precious packhouse... well, that hornet’s nest wouldn’t stop buzzing until they’d bled for it.

So instead of fighting, I left a trail of illusions and silent traps behind me, scattering their patrols like blind pups chasing shadows. The sound of pursuit thinned, the howls faded, and eventually the forest went unnervingly quiet.

I slowed, finally letting myself breathe deep. Inhaling the scent of damp soil and pine in the air.

Good. I was clear.

I adjusted my cloak and turned toward human territory. Moonlight slipped between the canopy like silver threads, guiding my way.

And then...a sharp, merciless pain slammed into my chest.

I staggered, one hand clutching my heart as if I could hold the damn thing together. It pounded hard and erratically, like it wanted to tear free from my ribs. My knees almost gave out.

What the—?

This wasn’t a wound. Not magic backlash either. This was... something else.

My head spun, and before I could stop it, a face flashed in my mind. A scent I could still taste if I let myself. A voice that could unravel me no matter how many times I tried to bury it.

No. No, no, no. I shoved it all back into the icy vault where it belonged.

But my treacherous heart refused to listen.

"Not now," I hissed through clenched teeth. "I don’t care—do you hear me? I. Don’t.

blooming through my veins until my whole body

Are they in danger?

hit me

happen

to know. I didn’t

every spark the mate bond tried to ignite in me. Refused it. Fought it. Spat in its face. I am not some fragile wolf swayed by fate’s pathetic

of the woods, body screaming for someone I swore I’d never run to

make it home, curl up in bed,

pain clawed deeper, stealing my breath, making each step heavier than the

left yanked me back to reality. Instinct roared

weren’t gone. And in

legs. One step. Another. Every

fate thought I’d run into

go straight

my body begging for rest,

A soft whimper.

the rustle of leaves, but my ears caught it. Weak and full of pain. The kind of sound that reached under your skin and pulled at something you didn’t

I didn’t have time. I didn’t

traitorous things... had already stopped. And slowly, they

muttered under my breath—though I wasn’t sure if

again, louder this time, pulling me

A small wolf.

weren’t this tiny. This one couldn’t be more than a handful of

was the wound, a deep, ugly slash across its stomach. Fresh blood dripped onto the moss, every drop

I froze.

crushing me moments ago—eased. My breathing evened out, the suffocating grip around my

That was not comforting.