The Witch and Her Four Dangerous Alphas

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: Behind the Doors

The music in the hall swelled, but its rhythm no longer matched the atmosphere of the room.

One by one, the Alphas slipped away. At first, it was hardly noticeable, a single figure excusing himself, another vanishing into the shadows of the doorways. But soon, Selene noticed the pattern. Their chairs grew empty, their wine glasses half-abandoned on silver trays.

Laughter still rang in the air, but it was the laughter of those who held no power. They were either the partners, lesser wolves, or those meant to be dazzled and distracted while true decisions were made behind closed doors.

Selene’s brow furrowed, her mind instinctively becoming clear as she realized the seriousness of the situation. She forgot about Aeron, about storm-grey eyes and the mate bond that gnawed at her veins. None of it mattered now. The only thing that mattered was the witches.

She had worked too hard and risked too much to come this far. The information she carried was almost accurate. The Alpha of the Midnight Pack was planning to auction off the witches he had kept hidden. Young ones, powerful ones, girls barely past childhood. All to be handed over like prizes to whichever Alpha bid highest.

The thought made Selene’s stomach twist.

She could not fathom why he dared it when every Alpha in these lands was clawing to claim witches for themselves. Perhaps his pack was drowning in debts; perhaps he hungered for money more than power. It did not matter. The reason was irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was stopping it.

Selene’s gaze swept the hall again. Where had they all gone? Where had the true gathering begun? The chandeliers glittered above her, mocking in their beauty, while the crowd below remained blissfully unaware, laughing, drinking, and dancing, as if the fate of lives was not being sealed in the shadows.

Her heartbeat quickened. She could not stay here, not while the trail was growing colder with every passing breath.

Slipping into the flow of the crowd, Selene moved with careful steps, her expression a mask of serenity.

hall, her calm melted into something sharper. Her body moved

with velvet drapes and lamps that flickered low. Footsteps echoed somewhere ahead, too faint for mortal ears but

only one thought now,

them. Find the witches. Stop whatever they are planning before it’s too

resolve burning in her veins, she slipped deeper into the pack house, where the true heart of

up winding staircases where the music from

colder and emptier, the air heavy with something foul that seeped into

doors, a sliver of lamplight cut across the floor. Selene pressed herself to the side, steadying her breath. The

one’s young...barely sixteen. She’ll fetch

much power yet, but she’ll be good

this one, look at her hair... rare bloodline.

turned to

edged closer, slipping into the shadows as the doors gaped

floor as they lounged around a long, polished table. But

bowed low. Their skin was pale, their eyes glazed, their bodies trembling weakly with each shallow breath. They

Her blood boiled.

and drag them out. But she forced herself still, nails biting into her palms until she could feel blood on her hand. She needed to calm