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 clenched teeth. "I don’t care—do you hear me? I.

through my veins until my whole

Are they in danger?

thought hit me like

something happen to

know. I

ignite in me. Refused it. Fought it. Spat in its face. I am not some fragile

was...bent over in the middle of the woods, body screaming for someone I swore I’d never run to

teeth until my jaw ached. If I could just make it home, curl up in bed, and ride

stealing my breath, making each step

left yanked me back to reality. Instinct roared

been led astray, but they weren’t gone. And in this state... I wasn’t sure

at my own legs. One step. Another. Every muscle screamed, every heartbeat was a

if fate thought I’d run

could go straight to

away, my body begging for rest, when

A soft whimper.

it. Weak and full of pain. The kind of sound that reached under your skin and

walking. I didn’t have

traitorous things... had already stopped. And

I wasn’t sure if I meant the creature

again, louder this time, pulling me deeper into the trees until I found

A small wolf.

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. Its fur was matted with dirt

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

I froze.

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

That was not comforting.