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.

my hair, nails scraping my scalp. "Not now," I hissed through

pain only grew sharper, blooming through

Are they in danger?

me

something happen to

know. I

I’d drowned every spark the mate bond tried to ignite in me. Refused it. Fought it. Spat in its face.

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

curl up in bed, and ride out the agony,

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

to my left yanked me back to reality. Instinct roared that it is

have been led astray, but they weren’t gone. And

you," I growled at my own legs. One step. Another. Every muscle screamed, every

if fate thought I’d

go

my body begging for rest, when a sound slipped into the

A soft whimper.

my ears caught it. Weak and full of pain. The kind of sound

first instinct? Keep walking. I didn’t

my feet... traitorous things... had already stopped. And slowly, they turned toward

breath—though I wasn’t

this time, pulling me deeper

A small wolf.

no sense. I’ve seen omegas before, the weakest of the werewolves, but even they weren’t this tiny. This one couldn’t be more than a handful of moons old.

slash across its stomach. Fresh blood dripped

I froze.

in my chest, the one that had been crushing me moments ago—eased. My

That was not comforting.