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.

chains. My body shivered against my will, my blood traitorous as it pulled toward him. I cursed under my breath, cursed

myself deeper into the crowd, slipping between shoulders and gowns, eyes

then I felt

A gaze.

Heavy and Unyielding.

finally looked up,

The hall, the crowd, the music—all of it fell away until there was only that gaze. For a single heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe, my heart pounding

stayed calm. No flicker, no emotion, no weakness. I met his

as suddenly—his eyes slid away.

my breath escaping in a quiet

To anyone else, 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, the old wounds bled

striding ahead, the other Alphas trailing behind him like dogs desperate for scraps. A year ago, they had only just risen

Alphas, freshly crowned, their dominance still uncertain, still contested. Yet now others almost bent their knees at

such a short time. A year ago, I had been nothing more than their

something colder,

untouchable. Perhaps because he had never directly dirtied his hands on me. Or

was that

didn’t matter. The truth would not change: he was still one of them. Still a brother to the one who had

scolded myself for the way my thoughts betrayed me, dragging 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