The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: The Storm in His Eyes

Selene’s POV~

My blood turned cold.

Why was he here?

Never...not in a thousand lifetimes, did I think I would meet him like this. Amid chandeliers and laughter, in a hall full of rotting wolves and power-hungry Alphas. Of all places, this was the last I ever expected to see him.

The Silver Dawn Alphas never came to gatherings like these; they kept to their own lands, aloof and untouchable. That was why I had dared to step into this den of beasts in the first place. I thought he would never be here.

And yet he was.

Even though my face was changed, my hair was as black as ink instead of silver, and even though my very scent was twisted by enchantment—I could not be sure. Would he still know me? Would the mate bond tear through all my protections and strip away my mask in an instant?

It shouldn’t be possible. I had used the strongest spell, the kind that bent bone and breath itself. It should hold. It had to hold.

I forced my lungs to steady and my heart to slow. I could not let fear unravel me tonight. I would not ruin everything because of him.

So what if he recognized me? I had done nothing wrong. I had no reason to hide. Why should I always be the one to bow my head, to run?

No. Not anymore.

stronger, curling around me like invisible chains. My body shivered against my will, my blood traitorous as it pulled toward him. I cursed under my breath, cursed the mate bond, and cursed the demon part of me that wanted to throw myself at him. I hated it. I

myself deeper into the crowd, slipping between shoulders and

I

A gaze.

Heavy and Unyielding.

finally looked up, my

were locked on me, pinning me where I stood. The hall, the crowd, the music—all of it fell away until there was only that gaze. For

No flicker, no emotion, no weakness. I met his stare with

as suddenly—his eyes slid

lungs, my breath

it would seem as though I was merely admiring the polished chandeliers, the sweeping gowns, and the laughter that gilded the air. But inside my chest,

eyes wandered—first to Aeron, striding ahead, the other Alphas trailing behind him like dogs desperate for scraps. A year ago, they had only just

still uncertain, still contested. Yet now others almost bent their knees at their boots, offering flattery and alliance in exchange for a piece of that

ago, I had been nothing more than their broken toy, their shadow, their shame. And now, here I stood here, free enough to stand in a hall they

lingered on Aeron, not with hatred—no, never quite hatred—but with something colder, heavier.

Aeron had always been aloof, distant, and untouchable. Perhaps because he had never directly dirtied his hands on

was that

he was still one of them. Still a brother to the one who had shredded my life apart piece by piece while he stood silent in the shadows, watching, never

me back to places I had sworn never to return. The past was a corpse I had buried, yet it clawed through the dirt again and again, dragging me down with it. No matter how I fought, it was always there—waiting and