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.

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.

into the crowd, slipping between shoulders and gowns, eyes

then I felt

A gaze.

Heavy and Unyielding.

finally looked up, my

of it fell away until there was only that gaze. For a single heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe, my heart pounding wild and nervous

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

suddenly—his eyes

my lungs, my

merely admiring the

wandered—first to Aeron, striding ahead, the other Alphas trailing behind him like dogs

knees at their boots, offering flattery and alliance in exchange for a piece

ironic, I thought, that both they and I had come so far in such a short time. A year ago, I had been nothing more than their broken toy, their shadow, their

something colder, heavier. I did not detest

it was because Aeron had always been aloof, distant, and untouchable. Perhaps because he had never directly dirtied his hands on me. Or perhaps because, in his eyes, I had always been too far beneath his notice

mercy? Or was

change: he was still one of them. Still a brother to the one who had shredded my life apart piece

to places I had sworn never to return. The past was a corpse I had