The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Of all the Alphas... why was he here?

The car door opened with a click, and Selene stepped out, her gown sweeping the ground like a tide of night sky poured into fabric. The lamps caught on the shimmer of indigo and silver, and for a fleeting second, she almost looked like she was carved out of starlight. Yet the face above the gown was not the one the world remembered.

The witch’s enchantment held flawlessly.

Her once-silver hair was now a river of midnight black, falling in soft waves that brushed her bare shoulders. Her skin gleamed a touch warmer, her eyes shaded differently, her very scent altered—nothing of her true self clung to her now.

Even if someone from her past walked right in front of her, they would never think of Selene Moonveil, the Alpha Eirik’s daughter who had died a year ago. And they would never imagine she was the same witch who had spilled Alpha blood with her own hands.

And that was the point.

The enchantment didn’t just cloak her appearance. It swallowed her whole, wrapped her in a skin that was untouchable, almost divine. A woman who was no one and yet impossible to ignore.

She walked forward, heels clicking softly against stone, her movements calm and unhurried. She had rehearsed this. Every step, every tilt of her head, every flutter of her lashes—it was all deliberate. There could be no hesitation here, not when she was walking straight into a den of wolves who could scent fear as easily as blood.

The guards at the door gave her only a glance, their eyes skimming the strange guest draped in elegance. None of them questioned.

When she entered the hall, the air itself seemed to shift towards her.

Conversations faltered. Glasses stilled in mid-air. The grand chandeliers above scattered their light across her gown, igniting each silver thread until she seemed to glow from within.

Wolves who prided themselves on control found their gazes betraying them, sliding back to her again and again, as if she had pulled some invisible thread that tied their attention to her presence.

just beauty—it was the

them, though she never

calm, unreadable. Her lips were painted the faintest

girl who once bore the Moonveil name remained. To them, she was a stranger—an enchantress who had walked straight out of a dream

stone. They could look

who had handed her the invitation

He found her first.

moved through the crowd like a man who owned it, his broad shoulders parting the sea of wolves, a smile spreading across his face as if he had just won a prize. His gaze locked onto her with such pride, Selene could almost hear

her lips curving into a

Hale," she greeted

widening. "No need to be so formal. After all—we are

years. But Selene knew better. They had met only days ago—just enough time for her to carefully set her trap and for him to stumble into it headfirst. He had thought himself clever, extending an invitation to a gathering meant only for

reality, she had chosen

man who thought too highly of himself. Selene’s smile faltered at the edges,

hand, bastard. Or I’ll

she remained still, her expression cool, only the faintest flicker

guiding her forward as though she

laid out on trays. It was the perfect excuse to step out of his hold, and she took it, moving

unbothered by her subtle rejection.